The businessman pushed through the stunned guests until he reached the center of the foyer.
He looked at the elderly woman kneeling on the floor.
She slowly lifted her tear-filled eyes.
For a moment...
Neither of them spoke.
Then, in a weak trembling voice, she whispered,
"My son... you finally came back."
The briefcase slipped from the man's hand.
It hit the marble floor with a loud thud.
His eyes filled with tears.
Years had changed her appearance.
Her hair had turned completely gray.
Her hands had become rough from endless labor.
But he recognized her immediately.
She wasn't a servant.
She was his mother.
His jaw tightened as he slowly stood and looked toward Victoria.
His voice shook with controlled anger.
"Who made my mother kneel?"
The entire foyer fell silent.
Victoria casually lifted her wine glass and shrugged.
"She's just an old servant."
The businessman stared at her for several seconds.
Then he gently pushed past her and rushed to his mother.
Dropping to his knees beside her, he wrapped both arms around the woman who had sacrificed everything to raise him.
She quietly cried against his shoulder.
He held her tightly before standing once more.
His eyes burned with fury as he faced everyone who had watched her humiliation.
His voice thundered through the mansion.
"You didn't break a maid..."
He paused, unable to hold back his tears.
"...you broke my mother!"
No one dared answer.
The guests who had remained silent lowered their heads in shame.
The woman who believed she had humiliated an ordinary servant suddenly realized she had insulted the mother of the estate's rightful heir.
And in that single moment...
Everything inside the mansion changed forever.