The next day, Ethan called Maria into his study.
“You’re not fired,” he said firmly. “In fact, I want you to stay. Not just as a cleaner—but as someone my sons can trust.”
Maria’s eyes widened. “I—I don’t understand.”
Ethan smiled faintly. “I know you’re raising a daughter. From now on, your little girl’s school fees are covered. And you’ll have shorter shifts—you deserve to be with her.”
Maria pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, overcome. “Mr. Whitmore, I can’t accept—”
“You can,” Ethan interrupted gently. “Because you’ve already given me more than I could ever repay.”
