The Maid's Daughter Stole My Life,So I Took It All Back

The housekeeper's daughter stayed at my place every weekend she had off from school. Out of respect for her mother's years of service, I never said a word about it.

Until the day I came home and found the door code had been changed. A note was taped to the front door:

"Freeloading strays not welcome."

I tore off the note, knocked, and asked the housekeeper when she opened up, "What's going on here?"

Her daughter was sprawled across the couch, legs crossed, not even bothering to look up. "Can't you read? You mooch off my family's house every single day. Have you no shame? If you've got nowhere to stay, go sleep on the street. God, I can't stand freeloading strays like you!"

I stared at her, completely baffled. The housekeeper rushed over and whispered to me, "Miss Henson, I'm so sorry. My daughter doesn't know I'm just the housekeeper. She's a bit spoiled, and she doesn't like sharing the house with outsiders."

Then she added, "You have another place out in the suburbs, don't you? From now on, when my daughter's here for the weekend, maybe you could stay out there instead."

Before I could respond, she shut the door in my face.

I stood outside my own front door and quietly dialed 911.

"Hi, I'd like to report an illegal occupation. Someone has broken into my home and is refusing to let me in. Please send someone as soon as possible."

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It had never once crossed my mind that I, the daughter of the wealthiest family in the city, would be called a freeloading stray to my face.

In my own house, no less.

Twenty minutes after the call, a police cruiser pulled up in front of the penthouse.

Two officers had barely stepped out of the car when the housekeeper, Georgette Lawrence, flung the door open in a panic. She half-jogged over to me, her face drained of color.

"Miss Henson, what happened? Why did you call the police?"

I glanced at her and said nothing.

One of the officers looked her over. "Are you the individual Ms. Henson reported for illegally occupying her residence?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Georgette's composure crumbled. "No, no, officer, this is all a misunderstanding! I'm Ms. Henson's housekeeper. I take care of her meals, her home, everything. My daughter's school is on break, so she's staying here for a couple of days. The smart lock malfunctioned, and when the repairman came, the code got reset by accident. Nobody's occupying anything."

She gestured toward the open front door with an ingratiating smile. "See? I came right out to let everyone in, didn't I?"

The officers looked at me, then back at her. "Ms. Henson, do you want to press the matter?"

I was about to answer when Georgette leaned in close, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper.

"Please, Miss Henson. Cora's father died when she was little. I raised her all by myself, and it wasn't easy. She just started college. She's at that age where appearances mean everything, and she's always been starved for affection, so her temper runs a little hot. If she found out her mother was just a housekeeper, it would destroy her."

"I only did this so she could feel a little better about herself."

"I'm begging you. For the sake of twelve years I spent taking care of your parents. Let it go this once."

The mention of my parents softened something in my chest.

Georgette had been with our family for twelve years.

My mother's health had been fragile for as long as I could remember, and Georgette was the one at her side every single day. She brought her tea, adjusted her pillows, anticipated her every need.

The day my mother passed, Georgette wept harder than anyone. She knelt beside the hospital bed, clutching my mother's hand, and swore she would take care of me.

And she had kept that promise. After my mother was gone, Georgette ran the household with quiet efficiency and looked after me as if I were her own daughter. Every holiday, when I handed her a bonus, she would wave it off half a dozen times before finally accepting.

Three months ago, her daughter Cora Fox got accepted to the same university I attended. Georgette was overjoyed and worried in equal measure.