Billionaire Came Home Ready To Fire His Maid... Until He Saw What She Was Doing With His Twins

Victoria gasped, her face draining of color. "James! You cannot be serious! Because of a piece of paper? Because of a messy kitchen? I am your wife!"

"You are a stranger who moved into my house and tried to erase the mother of my children," James replied, his eyes cold as ice. "I married you because I thought you would bring order and care to this family. Instead, you've brought cruelty."

"I am trying to civilize them!" Victoria shouted, losing her restraint entirely. "They are morbid! They don't speak, they wander around like ghosts, and this... this servant is fueling their delusions! They need structure, not sentimentality!"

Emily whimpered and hid her face deeper into James’s coat. James wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter, while extending his other hand to Ethan, who immediately ran forward and took it.

"Get out," James said. "My lawyers will contact yours by tomorrow morning. Do not be here when I come back down."

Victoria glared at Sophia with pure venom, then turned on her heel, her high heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor as she stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

The kitchen fell silent again, save for the hum of the refrigerator. James looked down at his children. They were looking up at him with wide, anxious eyes, terrified that the momentary magic of the afternoon was about to vanish.

James looked at Sophia. She was already reaching for a broom, looking deeply uncomfortable with the family drama she had just witnessed.

"Sophia," James called out.

She paused, looking up. "Yes, Mr. Carter? I can begin cleaning immediately. I am so sorry for the mess—"

"Stop," James said gently. "Do not clean a single thing yet. What kind of cookies were you making?"

A small, surprised smile broke through Sophia’s anxious expression. "Cinnamon star cookies, sir. Clara's special recipe. She used to put a dash of nutmeg in the dough to make it extra warm."

James felt a lump form in his throat. "Can... can I help?"