Sarah did not retreat into her room to pack her belongings as she was ordered.
She spent the rest of the night sitting on the edge of her small bed.
She watched the black sky outside her window turn into a pale morning gray.
She was not going to run away from her own child a second time.
She stood up, straightened her uniform, and walked into the bright main dining hall.
The morning light flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the white marble golden.
Victoria was already seated at the dining table, eating her breakfast in silence.
She looked up and glared at Sarah with pure venom in her eyes.
Victoria: I thought I told you to get off my property hours ago.
Sarah: I am not leaving without speaking to Mr. Sterling first.
Victoria: My husband does not concern himself with lower-class intruders like you.
Before Victoria could call for the butler, little Leo ran into the dining room.
He looked terrified, his cheeks wet with fresh tears as he ran straight toward Sarah.
Leo: Mommy!
The young boy sprinted across the polished floor toward the only person who cared.
He threw his arms tightly around Sarah's waist, burying his face in her uniform.
Sarah dropped to her knees and hugged him tightly back, tears streaming down her face.
Victoria: Get your hands off him this instant!
Victoria slammed her silver fork onto her china plate, causing a sharp metallic crash.
She stood up from the table so violently that her wooden chair fell backward.
She stormed across the marble floor with her hand raised high in the bright light.
Victoria: I will teach you to stay away from my family!
Victoria swung her hand forward, aiming a powerful strike straight at Sarah's face.
Sarah braced herself for the impact, pulling Leo tightly against her chest to shield him.
Suddenly, a large shadow fell over them as a strong hand reached into the frame.
A thick masculine wrist blocked Victoria's arm mid-air, stopping her strike instantly.
Victoria gasped sharply, her eyes wide with shock as her movement was halted.
Arthur Sterling stood over them, his dark eyes filled with absolute fury and authority.
Arthur: Don't you dare touch her!
Victoria: Arthur, let go of me! She is trying to steal our child!
Arthur: She isn't stealing anyone, Victoria.
Arthur tightened his grip on her wrist before releasing it with a heavy push.
Arthur: She is his real mother!
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