Julian walked into the bright marble room with a cold look on his face.
He stopped when he saw Clara kneeling beside his mother's wheelchair.
Clara was holding an electric trimmer in her trembling right hand.
Tears were running down her face as she worked silently.
Julian felt a wave of anger rise up in his chest.
He had returned home early to check on his family estate.
His mother sat quietly in her silk robe under the large flag.
She reached out and took Clara's hand in a soft grasp.
Mrs. Vance: Stop talking to me like I'm five.
Clara: I am almost finished, Mrs. Vance.
Julian stepped deeper into the large sunny room.
He looked at the small pile of grey hair on the table.
The sound of the trimmer stopped with a loud click.
Julian set his briefcase down near the white wall.
Julian: Why are you caring for my mother?
Clara: She asked me to help her today, sir.
Julian: We hire professionals for this kind of work.
Mrs. Vance: Clara is more than enough for me, Julian.
Julian frowned as he watched the young maid wipe her eyes.
He did not trust the staff after the recent family drama.
His father had left a complex will before he passed away.
The family business was currently facing a tense court review.
Every new employee felt like a risk to his peaceful mind.
Clara stood up slowly and packed the towels away.
She kept her head down to hide her swollen eyes.
Julian stepped between Clara and his mother's chair.
He wanted answers about what was happening in his home.
Julian: You are taking advantage of her soft heart.
Clara: I would never do that to your family.
Mrs. Vance: Leave her alone right now, my son.
Julian: You do not see what people really want, Mom.
Mrs. Vance held Clara's hand even tighter than before.
The room became completely quiet for a long moment.
Julian stared down at the young woman in the uniform.
He noticed an old silver ring on her slender finger.
It looked just like the ring his father used to wear.
Julian took a small step forward to look closer.
His heart beat fast inside his chest with growing confusion.
Julian: Where did you get that silver ring?
Clara: It was a gift from my late mother.
Julian: That ring belongs to our family legacy.
Mrs. Vance: Sit down, Julian, and listen to me.
Julian felt his breath catch in his tight throat.
He looked from his mother to the weeping young maid.
Something serious was hidden inside this bright mansion.
He sat down on the edge of the leather sofa.
The truth was finally about to come out today.