The Billionaire’s Daughter Drove Every Maid Away — Until One Woman Refused to Be Afraid of Her
Chapter 3
Clara quickly learned why the previous staff had left.
Isabella didn’t simply have a temper.
She tested people.
If a maid arrived at eight, Isabella demanded seven thirty.
If someone cleaned a room perfectly, she looked for one missed corner.
If someone was kind to her, she became suspicious.
And if someone tried to become close, she pushed them away.
Clara noticed everything.
But she never reacted emotionally.
One afternoon, Isabella deliberately spilled red wine across a freshly cleaned carpet.
The nearest maid froze.
Clara walked in.
She looked at the stain.
Then at Isabella.
“Accident?”
“No.”
Clara nodded.
“All right.”
She knelt and began cleaning.
Isabella watched.
“You’re not angry?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because the carpet can be cleaned.”
Isabella frowned.
“People usually get angry when I do things like this.”
“Perhaps that’s why you keep doing them.”
Isabella’s expression changed.
“What does that mean?”
Clara continued working.
“It means you’re trying to make people leave.”
“You don’t know me.”
“No.”
She stood.
“But I know what fear looks like.”
Isabella laughed.
“I don’t need anyone.”
Clara looked at her.
“I believe you.”
“Then leave me alone.”
“I will.”
Clara walked away.
Isabella remained standing in the hallway.
She didn’t understand.
Most people argued.
Most people tried to flatter her.
Most people wanted something.
Clara wanted nothing.
That bothered Isabella more than anger ever could.
That evening, Richard returned home.
“How is Clara doing?”
Isabella crossed her arms.
“Annoying.”
Richard smiled.
“So she’s staying.”
“For now.”
“Good.”
Isabella stared at him.
“You knew she’d be different.”
“I hoped.”
“Why?”
Richard became serious.
“Because I think you’re lonely.”
Isabella looked away.
“I’m not.”
Richard didn’t argue.
He simply walked upstairs.
But his words remained in her mind.
Lonely.
She hated the word.
Because some part of her knew it was true.
