CHAPTER 4

Chapter 4

"W—why do you say that, my dear? The woman asked calmly but nervously.

"But she just finished saying something like her mother's drugs! Then where did a little girl want to go apart from her home?" Mrs. Vans had so many questions running through her mind that she wished to get an answer for.

"Please, ma'am, can you employ me as a maid in your house? I can do anything! I promise, I'll never disappoint you!" Viola pleaded, sobbing in her tiny little voice.

"Princess, but you just finished expressing concern over your parents now?" Mrs. Vans was stunned by Viola's plea.

"Please, ma'am, don't say no. I need the money for my mother's health! I can work as hard as you want me to do. I promise."

Mrs. Vans stood still and stared at Viola with several thoughts and unanswered questions running through her. "Okay, you can come with me after you're discharged from here.

Ma'am, can you please help me with your phone? I need to

"Good evening, mom." Viola heard a deep voice greet her as soon as the door was opened.

"Welcome, son. ***"

"Good evening, sir." Viola was quickly greeted with a smile.

Instead of getting an answer, she got a fierce look. Leonardo gazed at her disgustly as though she were not worthy to greet him.

"Hmmm, who did he think he was? So full and proud of himself!" She said to herself inwardly but maintained a faded smile.

"Leonardo, meet Viola,..."

"Viola Gomez, ma'am." Viola chipped in quickly.

"Yeah, Viola Gomez. That's the girl I hit with my car yesterday.

"I see, mom. It is written all over my face already." Leonardo interrupted.

Viola felt bad. "Viola, you have to be strong and do this for your mother. Don't mind his rude behavior. You're here for a purpose!"

She scolded herself inwardly.

"Com'on Leonard. That's a bit harsh." His mother said, noticing how Viola's countenance was gradually changing since Leonardo stepped in.

"From today, she'll be part of the maid servants. So, feel free to call her attention when you need her."

"From today, she'll start leaving with us."

"Damn it, mom." Do you really expect me to eat any meal prepared by that thing?"

"Leo!" His mother shouted at his arrogance.

"Yes, mum. By the way, isn't she supposed to be at her parents house? When has it become a law that when you accidentally hit someone, then you have to bring the person over to your house?"

"Leo, the poor girl only needed some***"

"That's it! The poor girl." He interrupted again.

"You know what, mom." She can stay here for all I care, but if you see her cooking for me or touching anything I'll eat, that's not going to happen. Never!"Leo declared and dashed into his room upstairs.

So arrogant! Viola had never imagined that some people can talk to their parents without respect like that, and a slap won't follow suit, just as her parents would do whenever she tries to be stubborn.

Well, he has every opportunity to be arrogant, being a CEO at less than 30.

"Never mind, Viola." Mrs. Vans huffed and said calmly, still maintaining a smile.

"It's okay, ma'am. I can just leave if I'm not needed." She stood up as though she truly wanted to leave, but that was just camouflage. Her mind was made up already; no frustration can cause her a change of mind.

"No, no, no. Sit, Viola. I'm sure it's just stress from work." Mrs. Vans insisted.

"Sorry, I haven't done a proper introduction to you as well. That's Leonardo, my only son. He's not always this arrogant, but I'm sure it's stress from work, as I said. He's the CEO of the Great Choice wine production enterprise."

"Wow! That's good, ma'am."

"I'm sorry, Viola. For now, you cannot join the maids team. Leo won't***"

"It's fine, ma'am. But please don't send me away. I can do anything! I can also take care of your garden!" Viola interrupted.

Mrs. Vans stared at her. She could see the desperation in her, and she was moved with pity for the poor girl.

"Alright. Thank God you remind me of that. We've actually been looking for one. So from today henceforth, that means you'll be in charge of managing the garden properly."

Viola fell to her knees and appreciated Mrs. Vans for her kind gesture.

"Ma'am. Can you please help me with your phone? I need to text my parents and let them know that I'm in safe hands."

Mrs. Vans agreed to her plea.

"Good evening, Dad and mom. I know you're searching for me; him, don't worry yourselves. I'm fine! I had to do this for Mummy, Dad. I can't just sit and fold my arms without offering any help towards Mummy's health. Love you!"

She typed and sent the text to her parents.

"Leonardo, or whatever you call yourself, your arrogance cannot push me out of this house!" Viola said to herself.

Viola's dedication and seriousness to work marvel at everyone in the mansion, including her co-domestic workers, with the exception of Leonardo, who has despised her since their first encounter.

After a month of working as the gardener of the Vans' mansion. Viola calmly approached Mrs. Vans to seek assistance.

"Please, ma'am. I need a favor from you."

"Favour? What do you need, Viola? Before you ask anything, I hope you still remember that I didn't force you to take this job. You asked to do it by yourself!" Mrs. Vans reiterated.

Her cold voice nearly inflicted fear into Viola, but she still summoned the courage to talk.

"Ma'am, please, can I get an advance payment of my salary for the next seven years? Please, I…"

"Hey-hey-hey! Hold on, first." Mrs. Vans interrupted. She's not even ready to listen to what the young girl wants to say again.

"Can you hear yourself talk? Young girl, I don't think you're ready for this job. Maybe it's best I throw you out like my son suggested."

"Ma'am, please. I beg of you. I desperately need this help from you!" Viola pleaded ceaselessly.

"Do you know what that means? You expect me to pay you a whopping sum of 3 million dollars? Besides, I've never known somewhere before now! I can't take that risk, young!"

"You can get yourself out of my room!" Mrs. Vans yelled.

Viola left in tears and went back to her duty post, laying under a tree in the garden; her bulky eyes were red and even tired of dripping tears.

"What is the benefit of her work if she can't save her mother's life?

"God, please, I beg of you for assistance. I don't want to see my mother dying because of poverty." She cried out to God in her mind.

"I'll beg this woman for a second time, and if I get the same cold response, then I better resign and go back home." She said to herself.