My Arrogant Daughter-in-Law Forced Me to Clean the Floor, Unaware I Owned the Mansion

The Truth Revealed

Penelope’s cruel laughter died instantly. She quickly smoothed down her lavender dress, putting on a sweet, innocent smile as she turned to face Arthur. "Oh, Arthur! Thank goodness you're home," she said smoothly. "This clumsy maid spilled my juice and refused to clean it properly. I was just ensuring our home is kept in order."

Arthur did not look at Penelope. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Margaret, who was still weeping on the floor. He dropped his heavy leather briefcase with a loud thud that echoed off the high ceilings. Walking past Penelope as if she were invisible, Arthur knelt down on the cold stone and gently took Margaret’s hands, helping her to her feet.

"Margaret, my love, are you alright?" Arthur asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of profound love and burning fury. He gently wiped a tear from her cheek.

Penelope froze, her face turning pale. "Margaret... your love?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "But she... she is the housekeeper! Connor told me—"

Arthur stood up, drawing himself to his full, imposing height. "This 'housekeeper' is my wife of forty years, Penelope. And she is the majority shareholder of the very company that funds your extravagant lifestyle."

Penelope gasped, turning to Connor for help. But Connor could only look at the floor in sheer shame. "Connor, say something!" she hissed.

Desperate and cornered, Penelope’s expression shifted from panic to pure malice. She pulled out her phone, a wicked grin returning to her face. "You think you can throw me out? If you do, I will leak this recording of Connor admitting to embezzling company funds to impress me. It will ruin your family name and destroy your precious company!"