“You’re seventy years old, Martha. I need someone younger.”

My employer fired me on my birthday.

After thirty-two years of working in his mansion.

I had raised his daughter, Sophia, after her mother passed away.

I taught her to walk, helped with homework, and stayed awake during every childhood fever.

But her father, millionaire businessman Richard Blake, barely noticed.

“Your final paycheck is on the kitchen counter,” he said.

I quietly removed my apron.

“Thank you for the years, sir.”

That evening, Richard arranged an expensive dinner for Sophia’s return from London.

But when she arrived, she noticed I wasn’t there.

“Where’s Martha?”

Richard shrugged.

“I let her go. She was getting old.”

Sophia stared at him.

“You fired Martha?”

“She’s just the housekeeper, sweetheart.”

Sophia slowly put down her suitcase.

“No, Dad. She was my mother when you were never home.”

Richard’s face tightened.

“Sophia, don’t be dramatic.”

She took out her phone.

“Then perhaps you should listen to the voicemail Martha left me today.”

She pressed play.

And Richard heard something that made him sink into his chair.

PART 2: What secret had Martha kept from the millionaire all those years?

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