Cora looked at Lily, bewildered, unsure of what Hannah was trying to do.


    Lily hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sweetie, just tell the truth. Don''t be afraid. Mrs. Rosenberg will make sure justice is served."


    Cora nodded. "This morning, after the young mistress came downstairs, she walked right up to me. I was drinking my milk, and she just snatched it out of my hand, threw it at me, and told me to go to the butler, collect my pay, and leave."


    She let out a sob, squeezing out a few more tears. "I know I''m not a professional maid, but I''ve been trying so hard to learn from the others. I just don''t know what I did to offend her so much that she would humiliate me like that."


    Upon hearing her daughter''s story, Lily let out a loud wail and threw herself on the floor at Hannah''s feet.


    "Oh, madam, whatever my daughter did wrong, it''s my fault as a mother! It''s all my fault for not teaching her better. If you have a problem, take it out on me! Why do you have to hurt my daughter like this?"


    "Mom..."


    Cora rushed over and tried to pull her mother up.


    Lily resisted, crying, "Madam, I know you''ve always held a grudge against me, but you can''t take your anger out on—"


    "Did I walk downstairs, snatch your milk, and throw it on you without a single word being exchanged between us?" Hannah cut in, her voice calm as she stared them down.


    "I..."


    Cora froze, at a loss for words. If she told them what was really said, their whole n to frame Hannah would fall apart.


    She bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment before her voice broke into a wounded sob. "I was so shocked when the hot milk hit me... I don''t remember anything after that."


    "Madam," Lily chimed in, "even if my daughter said something out of line, you can''t just throw—"


    "The house has security cameras," Hannah interrupted again. She took out her phone, pulled up the footage she had downloaded that morning, and tossed it onto the coffee table. "Everywhere in this house, except for the bedrooms and dressing room has cameras. And they all record audio."


    At the mention of cameras, Cora''s face went white. Her pupils contracted in


    disbelief as she stared at the phone on the table.


    No... that couldn''t be right.


    Cameras?


    How could she have forgotten something so important?


    Lily noticed her daughter''s panic and realized what was happening. She swallowed hard, then crawled on her knees to the coffee table and pushed the phone back toward Hannah.


    "Madam, what''s done is done. There''s no point in dragging up the past. My daughter was scalded by the milk, and that''s punishment enough. I''ll take her home and teach her a proper lesson."


    Cora stood rooted to the spot, her hands clenched into tight fists as she watched her mother groveling for her sake.


    "You only think there''s no point because you know about the cameras, don''t you?"


    Hannah leaned back, crossing her long legs and looking down at them with contempt. "If you really thought it wasn''t worth pursuing, you wouldn''t have called Mary, and Lionel wouldn''t have ordered me home this afternoon."


    "Lily, you know exactly what''s on that recording, because you know exactly what kind of person your daughter is. You were the one who wanted to make this an issue, and now you''re the one trying to drop it. What do you take the Rosenberg family for? Your personal pets to be summoned and dismissed at your whim?"