Her voice grew louder and harsher with each word, a stark reminder to the mother and daughter of their ce.


    Lionel''s and Mrs. Mary Rosenberg''s expressions darkened. Mrs. Rosenberg''s face, in particr, was so grim it looked like it could drip ink.


    Hannah had no intention of letting them off the hook. She picked up her phone and cast the security footage onto therge television screen.


    The video showed Cora, bright and early, ordering the other maids to heat her milk and telling them not to bother with breakfast. She then sat on the sofa like she owned the ce, leisurely flipping through a magazine. There was nothing of the subordinate in her demeanor.


    The subsequent conversation between her and Hannah was captured in crystal clear audio,id bare for everyone to hear.


    Cora''s head sank lower and lower, her hands clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain.


    Lily, guilt-ridden, couldn''t stop her eyelids from fluttering, unable to utter a single word.


    Hannah then yed several other clips, all showing Cora acting like thedy of the house, bossing her around with the airs of a mother-inw.


    "Lily, you should know better than anyone that only experienced professionals are hired to work for the Rosenberg family. Your daughter only got in because of you, but you''ve seen how she behaves. Bossing around the other staff is one thing, but lecturing me?"


    "What, did you hear Lionel and I are getting a divorce and couldn''t wait to shove your daughter in as my recement? Trying to get a head start, are we? Don''t forget, there''s a Sandra already in line!"


    In the past, she never would have dared to speak so bluntly in front of Mary,


    always striving to maintain an image of elegance and propriety. But the more she


    tried, the more they seemed to want to trample all over her.


    "Hannah!" Jonel snapped when she dragged Sandra into it. "If this is


    what happened why didn''t you just


    me when I called this morning?


    tell me


    You made Mome all this way


    for nothing."


    Hannah took a sip of coffee. "If I had told you, would you have believed me?"


    She looked at Lionel, her eyes empty of any emotion.


    He fell silent for a few seconds. "Yes."


    "No, you wouldn''t have. The security feed is linked to your phone too. You didn''t even bother to check what really happened before demanding Ie home. If you had trusted me at all, the moment your mother told you about it, you would have defended me. You would have checked the footage yourself instead of calling to yell at me."


    Hannah put down her cup, picked up her bag, and stood. She looked at Mary.


    "Lily is your person, so I''ll leave this to you. I don''t care if Cora stays or goes."


    After all, she was leaving soon anyway. Whether the house got a new maid or a new mistress, it made no difference to her.


    She turned and left the living room, finished with the pointless drama.


    Her departure left a heavy silence in its wake.


    Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Lily grabbed her daughter''s hair, forced her to her knees, and began hitting her on the back. "How dare you treat your superiors like this! Have you lost your mind? Is this how raised you? You useless girl, look at the mess you''ve made! I''m going to beat you to death!"


    Mrs. Mary Rosenberg, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "You handle


    this yourself."