Chapter 5 - The Maid Shares Her Mother’s Heartbreaking Exile Story
The grand dining room grew even colder as the maid stepped closer to the mahogany table, her eyes shining with unshed tears of resolve.
“My mother spent twenty years working herself to the bone just to keep a roof over our heads while you lived in luxury,” she whispered.
“She died believing that justice didn't exist for people like us, but she left me the legal tools to prove her wrong,” she continued.
Arthur gripped the edge of the table, his hands trembling as the painful memories of his past rushed back to haunt him.
“She... she told you that I threw her out?” Arthur asked, his voice cracking with sudden vulnerability.
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“She told me everything, Arthur—every lie, every forged signature, and every secret offshore account you used to hide the theft,” she revealed.
The framed American flag resting on the nearby stand seemed to watch over the confrontation like an unyielding symbol of truth.
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