“If you are still standing there when the deputies arrive, I will make sure they report your obstruction to your father.”

“And you know exactly how Emiliano reacts to chaos in this house.”

I looked at her, refusing to show any fear.

“My father is not as blind as you think he is,” I said.

Patricia let out a short, mocking laugh.

“Your father believes every word that comes out of my mouth, Daniela,” she said.

She took a slow step toward us, the scent of her expensive jasmine perfume filling the air.

“He is currently in his study, trying to salvage what is left of his shipping merger,” she said.

“The last thing he needs is his spoiled daughters throwing tantrums over a clumsy maid.”

Rosa stepped forward, her voice barely a whisper.

“Senorita Daniela, please,” Rosa said, her eyes red from crying.

“Do not do this.”

“I will go.”

“I do not want you or Senorita Martina to get into trouble because of me.”

“No, Rosa,” Martina said, turning her head to look at her.

“You have been with us since I was five years old.”