PART 2: “THE MAID STOOD IN FRONT OF THE BEGGAR… AND SLAPPED THE SECURITY GUARD”
The entire front gate went silent.
Even the fountain in the marble courtyard seemed quieter after the sharp crack of the slap echoed through the mansion entrance.
The security guard froze.
So did the beggar.
The maid’s small body trembled slightly, but she did not step back.
“You don’t touch him like that,” she said firmly.
The guard stared at her in disbelief.
“You hit me?! For a filthy beggar?”
“He’s a human being.”
The words landed harder than the slap.
The beggar lowered his eyes slowly, hiding the shock on his face.
Because in ten years of pretending to be powerful, respected, untouchable…
very few people had ever defended him without expecting something in return.
The guard’s face twisted with rage.
“You stupid girl,” he hissed. “Do you know whose house this is?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly.
“And I know kindness should live here too.”
The beggar looked at her carefully now.
Really looked at her.
Her maid uniform was faded from too many washes. One sleeve had been stitched by hand near the wrist. Her shoes were worn thin at the soles.
Poor.
Exhausted.
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