Marcelo knocked softly and entered. “What’s happening here?” His voice carried authority, but also the weight of concern. Nina smoothed her hair with feigned composure. “Marcelo.”
“It’s good you’re here. This employee is disrespectful and interfering with Lena’s upbringing,” Nina said, voice tight with irritation.
Sofia remained calm, her gaze meeting Marcelo’s with an unspoken dignity. “Mr. Ortega, I apologize. I only wished to shield Lena from harsh words.”
Marcelo’s eyes swept the room, Lena trembling under the comfort of Sofia’s presence, the housekeeper steadfast and composed, and Nina, who looked almost fragile in her anger.
“Sofia,” Marcelo began gently, “how long have you been working here?”
“Six months, sir.”
Six months of daily care, devotion, and guidance had transformed his daughter’s life, yet he barely knew this remarkable woman’s story.
“Daddy,” Lena whispered. “Sofia reads to me, teaches me songs, and helps me explore the house safely. She makes everything brighter when you’re away.”
Marcelo’s throat tightened. How long had he neglected his daughter in the name of success?