The Arrogant Boss Ordered the Maid to Empty Her Purse — Until He Saw His Mother's Handwriting

The bright natural lighting poured through the massive windows of the luxurious master bedroom, illuminating the expensive marble floor. But the atmosphere inside the room was thick with absolute, devastating tension.

Scattered across the cold marble were the contents of a cheap faux-leather purse. There was a cracked cell phone, a ring of keys, a tube of lip balm, and an old, faded photograph.

Kneeling on the floor, weeping openly, was Sofia. She was in her early 20s, wearing a classic black and white maid uniform, her dark hair falling messy around her tear-stained face. She clutched a yellowed, folded letter tightly to her chest, her hands trembling violently.

Kneeling right across from her, completely paralyzed in shock, was Vincent.

In his 50s, striking and handsome with graying hair, Vincent was the incredibly wealthy, ruthless owner of the estate. He wore a dark suit, his expensive silk tie loosened around his neck. A few seconds ago, he had been furiously screaming at Sofia, accusing the young maid of stealing an expensive watch from his dresser. He had forcibly dumped her purse onto the floor to prove it.

But there was no watch.

Vincent’s eyes were locked entirely on the old photograph he had just picked up from the marble floor.

It was a picture of a beautiful woman holding a newborn baby. The woman was Vincent’s mother.

Vincent’s hands began to shake. Tears instantly welled in his eyes, streaming down his harsh, handsome face. He looked up at the weeping maid, his absolute authority completely shattering into a million pieces.