Natalie stood beside the island holding a glass of red wine.
Then she deliberately tipped the glass. Wine splashed across the spotless floor.
It was not an accident.
“Clean it again,” Natalie said coldly. “And this time, try not to leave any streaks.”
Elena tightened her grip on the mop. “Yes, ma’am.”
She didn’t argue. She didn’t look surprised. That disturbed Adrian more than the wine. It suggested this had happened before.
He quietly backed away.
The moment brought back memories of Adrian’s mother, Patricia, who’d cleaned houses for nearly twenty years after his father left. She always told him: “Honest labor never humiliates anyone. What’s truly humiliating is treating another person as worth less because of the job they do.”
