He Followed His Cleaning Lady Out of Suspicion… But the Truth Brought Him to Tears

“And her?”

“Rosie. She just turned five.”

Rosie peeked out again, her small fingers clutching her mother’s shirt.

Andrew slowly crouched, lowering himself to her level.

“Hi, Rosie.”

She hesitated… then gave a small nod.

Andrew shifted his gaze to Elian, who was trying to hold back another cough.

“That cough… how long has he had it?”

Elena’s expression tightened.

“A few weeks,” she admitted. “It gets worse at night.”

“Have you taken him to a doctor?”

Silence.

That was answer enough.

Andrew rose to his feet slowly.

“Pack your things,” he said.

Elena blinked.

“I—what?”

“You and your children. Pack whatever you need.”

Her face drained of color.

“I told you, I’ll work harder—I won’t bring any problems—”

“That’s not what I mean,” Andrew interrupted gently.

She froze.

“I’m not firing you,” he said. “I’m helping you.”

Elena stared at him, disbelief filling her face.