Grace held the clean cloth against the bleeding forehead of her employer.
Arthur Whitfield lay completely motionless on the cold marble of his foyer.
The quiet mansion was usually calm during the early afternoon hours.
Everything had changed in a single terrifying second today.
Grace had been dusting the portrait frames near the main entrance.
She had heard a sudden heavy thud behind her back.
When she turned around, Arthur was already lying on the ground.
The wealthy elderly man had fallen hard down the stairs.
Grace had immediately dropped her dusting rag and rushed over.
She knelt beside the frail billionaire with her heart beating fast.
Arthur was the owner of a massive real estate empire.
He lived in a massive estate located just outside of Boston.
Despite his vast wealth, he had always treated Grace with kindness.
She had worked as his personal housemaid for three full years.
Now his eyes were closed tightly in obvious pain.
Grace gently pressed her hand against his weak wrist to feel for a pulse.
His heartbeat was slow but steady beneath her trembling fingers.
She let out a soft breath of relief into the quiet room.
Then she noticed his right hand twitching on the polished floor.
Arthur was trying to reach for a small black smartphone.
The device had fallen out of his dark suit jacket pocket during the fall.
His weak fingers tapped against the glass screen with effort.
Grace picked up the device carefully to keep it safe for him.
The screen flared to life instantly in her small palm.
An open document was displayed right across the bright glass surface.
It was a copy of an updated last will and testament.
Grace felt her breath catch in her dry throat as she scanned the words.
The legal document named a strange name as the primary heir to the estate.
It was not the stepdaughter who lived upstairs in the mansion.
Instead, a massive sum was left to an unknown trust fund.
Grace stared at the screen in pure shock and total confusion.
Footsteps echoed sharply from the top of the grand staircase.
Victoria Whitfield was rushing down the steps with an intense expression.
She was wearing an expensive silk dress that rustled as she moved.
Victoria was Arthur's demanding stepdaughter who managed the household budget.
Her eyes fixed directly on the black phone held tightly in Grace's hand.
Panic flared across the older woman's painted face as she approached.
Victoria: Grace! Give me his phone!
Grace pulled the phone back toward her chest on instinct.
Grace: Why?
Victoria: Because there are things on that phone he was never supposed to see!
Grace looked down at the injured man on the marble floor.
Arthur gasped for air as if he were trying to speak.
Grace looked back up at Victoria with a steady and determined gaze.
She realized that this fall was not a simple accident.