The sun shone brightly over the grand estate on the edge of town.
Inside the vast house, quietness felt heavy and suffocating.
Clara adjusted her blue uniform as she polished the dark oak railing.
She worked every day as a maid for the wealthy Miller family.
Her small baby boy was allowed to stay with her while she worked.
Clara wiped away a stray tear as she looked down at the hallway floor.
She loved her employer, Arthur Miller, who had always treated her with kindness.
Arthur was a successful young businessman who raised his toddler son after losing his wife.
He lived in the mansion alongside his icy stepmother, Evelyn.
Evelyn was a harsh woman who cared only about money and status.
Whenever Arthur stepped out for corporate meetings, Evelyn transformed into a complete nightmare.
She treated Clara like dirt and viewed Clara's small baby with deep resentment.
Clara picked up her cleaning spray and walked toward the primary living space.
She heard a sudden whimper coming from the grand hallway near the entrance.
Her heart beat wildly against her ribs as she recognized her child's voice.
Clara dropped her cloth and ran down the shiny wooden corridor.
She rounded the corner and stopped cold in total horror.
Evelyn stood in her elegant satin dress holding a cruel restraint attached to the toddler.
The toddler was dragged along the slick floor while crying softly.
Evelyn showed no pity as she pulled the leash firmly without looking back.
Clara fell straight to her knees on the hard floor in utter despair.
Baby's Mom: Stop it! Leave my baby alone!
Old Lady: Keep moving.
Baby's Mom: You are hurting him! Please let him go!
Old Lady: Know your place, maid, or you will be fired today.
Clara sobbed as she reached out her trembling hands toward her weeping child.
Evelyn ignored the young mother completely and continued pulling the frightened boy.
The cruel woman scoffed loudly as if the child were merely trash on the floor.
Clara felt completely helpless against the powerful and wealthy matriarch.
She begged for mercy, but Evelyn's heart remained cold as steel.
The massive front doors remained shut, keeping the terrible cruelty hidden inside the walls.
Clara knew she could lose her job and her home if she fought back physically.
She could only watch in agony as her precious boy cried out for help.