Millionaire hired ex-convict to work as maid in his house. At dinner party she approached the table

Описание: The millionaire hired a former convict to work as a maid in his house. At a dinner party with influential guests, a sudden silence fell over the room the moment she approached the table.


“Thomas, have you lost your mind?!” Beatrice Davenport’s voice, usually a melodic murmur, rose in indignant alarm. Slender and poised, with the proud carriage and her silver hair meticulously gathered in a neat chignon, she paced the mahogany-paneled study like a caged lioness.
“Not to my knowledge, Mom,” Thomas replied calmly, though he’d been trying for the past half-hour to concentrate on the blueprints spread across his desk. “And honestly, as my mother, you should probably know better than I do.”
“Are you joking? Is this amusing to you? Tell me! Just tell me how you could?!” his mother fumed, her voice tight with disbelief. “How could you bring people like that into our home, into the very house where your child lives?!”
“What kind of people?” Thomas inquired, though he knew perfectly well what she meant.
“Unsavory and dangerous individuals!” Beatrice declared, pressing her thin lips into a firm line and regarding her son with a displeased stare. He remembered, as a boy, how one of his mother’s stern glances could instantly make him confess to any misdeed. But he wasn’t a boy anymore.
Thomas, weary of reading the same line of a land development contract for the tenth time, sighed resignedly and set his documents aside. He looked at his mother, who had finally stopped her restless pacing and stood motionless in the center of the room, her slender arms crossed over her chest.
“Mom, first of all, it’ll be just one person who you perceive as ‘unsavory.’ You’re talking as if I’ve invited the entire local biker gang,” he reasoned gently. “Secondly, Isabelle insists she was wrongly accused. And to be honest, I’m inclined to believe her.”
His mother threw her hands up, her elegantly arched eyebrows climbing her forehead as if trying to make an escape. “Oh, of course, you believe her! You, just like your father, are always trying to help every lost soul and underdog. Your dad once brought home a man who’d been living on the streets, cleaned him up, and then actually helped him reconnect with his family… A noble endeavor, certainly, but why did it always have to happen in my house, hmm? And I never realized such tendencies were genetic!” she grumbled. “But you know what? If you talk to anyone in prison, they’ll all tell you they’re innocent… every single one of them, pure as lambs! In-no-cent!”
“Thirdly…” Thomas persisted, calmly presenting his arguments as if he hadn't heard her impassioned tirade. “Samuel, a trusted friend, vouched for Isabelle.”
“Yes, I know! Samuel!” his mother huffed. “He’s always getting himself into scrapes, and now he’s pulling you into them, too…”
“Actually, Samuel saved my life once,” Thomas reminded her, referring to the time his friend had pulled him from a treacherous rip current. “And anyway, I think Dad was right. It’s important to help people and offer second chances. Besides, I didn’t just hire her on the spot… we talked. Isabelle seemed like a cultured, kind, and gentle person, Mom. In fact, I think you two might even get along.”



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