Chapter 2 - The Tear on the Marble FloorSarah, the young maid, stood with her head bowed, her hands still trembling from the struggle. Her uniform was slightly wrinkled, and her knees felt weak.

As Victoria was dragged through the massive double doors, Alexander turned his attention entirely to Sarah. He stepped forward and did something that stunned every guest and staff member in the room: he bowed his head slightly in deep respect.
"Thank you, Sarah," Alexander said softly. "You stood up against wealth and arrogance to protect a woman who couldn't stand on her own feet."
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Tears finally spilled over Sarah’s eyelashes, dropping onto the cold marble floor. "She is your mother, Sir. Even if she weren't... no one deserves to be treated like that."
The elderly woman, Eleanor Hawthorne, reached out with a thin, frail hand and gently squeezed Sarah’s wrist. "You have the heart of a true Hawthorne, child," Eleanor whispered.
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