The Maid’s Toddler Copied the Mafia Boss’s Angry Face—His Reaction Made Everyone Laugh!
Chapter 9
For six months, things remained peaceful.
Then Richard resurfaced.
Not physically.
Through a bank.
A legitimate bank.
He had created fraudulent records suggesting Vincent still controlled illegal assets.
Investigators came again.
The trust was questioned.
The foundation froze several accounts.
People panicked.
Vincent didn’t.
He sat at the kitchen table with Leo drawing beside him.
“Are you scared?”
I asked.
“Yes.”
I was surprised.
“You?”
“Of losing what matters.”
He looked at Leo.
“I can lose money.”
“I can lose property.”
“I can lose a company.”
“But I don’t want to lose him.”
I understood.
Daniel returned from another legal meeting.
“We found Richard.”
“Where?”
“Canada.”
Vincent stood.
“Then let’s finish it.”
But Daniel shook his head.
“We can’t chase him.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s what he wants.”
They were right.
Richard had built a trap.
If Vincent crossed borders illegally, it would look like he was still operating criminally.
Instead, they used legal channels.
Evidence.
Witnesses.
Financial records.
Richard’s network collapsed.
He was arrested.
But there was one final problem.
He had transferred the stolen funds into a charitable account.
Now investigators needed to determine which money was legal and which wasn’t.
Vincent offered to give up everything.
Everything.
His private home.
Luxury vehicles.
Properties.
Even his personal fortune.
He wanted the case over.
I stopped him.
“You don’t have to destroy your whole life.”
He looked at me.
“What do you suggest?”
“Build a new one.”
He smiled.
“How?”
I looked at Leo.
“Start here.”
We turned the old Blackwood mansion into a foundation center.
No weapons.
No criminal meetings.
Just offices.
A children’s clinic.
A family shelter.
A tutoring program.
A safe place.
Vincent sold the properties tied to his old life.
He kept one house.
The one where Leo had learned to walk.
The house where we had become family.
Months later, the foundation opened.
The first child through the doors was a little boy carrying a backpack.
He stared at Vincent.
“Are you the boss?”
Vincent smiled.
“No.”
The boy looked confused.
“What are you?”
Vincent thought.
“I’m just Vincent.”
Leo, standing nearby, immediately shouted,
“Boss!”
Everyone laughed.
Vincent shook his head.
“I stand corrected.”
I smiled.
That afternoon, Vincent asked me something.
“Maria.”
“Yes?”
“Would you move in permanently?”
I stared.
“I already live here.”
“No.”
He looked serious.
“I mean with me.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because I want my family together.”
My heart raced.
“You don’t need to say that because of Leo.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
“Because of you.”
He took a breath.
“You were the first person in my house who wasn’t afraid of what I was.”
“I was terrified.”
He smiled.
“You still stayed.”
I nodded.
“And you?”
“I want to stay too.”
He smiled.
Then Leo ran toward us.
“Mommy!”
Vincent looked at him.
“Boss?”
Leo laughed.
We all did.
