BILLIONAIRE STOPS WHEN HE SEES THE BOX IN THE HAND OF A ASSISTANT WHO DELIVERED COFFEE — THEN HE FINDS OUT THAT THE CHILD WHO “DIED” 15 YEARS AGO WAS MADE A SLAVE BY HIS SECOND WIFE

Don Alfonso is one of the richest men in the country, but sadness is weighing on his heart. Fifteen years have passed since his only child, Angelica, disappeared while they were out for a walk in the park. His second wife, Melanie, said that the child drowned in the river and her body was washed away. She was never seen again.

Since then, Alfonso has become cold. Melanie has been ruling the mansion, wandering here, wandering there, and always changing maids because she is so rude.

One day, a new maid arrives. Maya. Twenty years old, quiet, and hardworking.

“Hey Maya!” Melanie shouted while getting a pedicure in the living room. “Clean the mud off my shoes! Hurry up! You’re so slow, you’re like an idiot!”

Maya followed. She knelt down and wiped Melanie’s shoes.

Don Alfonso arrived from the office. Very tired.

“Maya,” Melanie ordered. “Make your Sir some coffee. Make sure it’s hot!”

Maya took the coffee. Her hands were shaking because she was afraid of Melanie.

As she approached Don Alfonso, she was a little off balance because Melanie’s dog pushed her away.

The hot coffee was thrown into Maya’s arm.

“Ouch!” Maya screamed in pain.

“You idiot!” Melanie shouted. “My carpet is dirty! Get out of our way!”

But Don Alfonso didn’t move. His eyes widened. He was staring at Maya’s arm, which had been spilt with coffee.

Because the uniform was wet, the sleeves of Maya’s clothes were raised.

On her right wrist, a butterfly-shaped scar was seen.

Don Alfonso was stunned. He knew that scar very well. His daughter Angelica got it when she was 3 years old when she fell off her bike.

Don Alfonso quickly grabbed Maya’s hand.

“Where did you get this scar?” the Don asked tremblingly.

“Sir?” Maya replied in fear. “I’m still a child, Sir… The people who raised me in the orphanage said they just saw me on the side of the road crying, wearing a necklace.”

“Necklace?” Alfonso asked. “Where is the necklace?”

Maya pulled out an old Silver Locket from under her dress.

Don Alfonso opened it.

Inside, there was a photo of her and her father when Angelica was a baby.

Don Alfonso’s tears fell. “Angelica? My daughter?”

Melanie turned pale. The magazine she was holding dropped.

“H-Hon…” Melanie stammered. “That’s impossible! Angelica is dead! That woman is a thief! She stole the locket!”

“A thief?” Alfonso shouted angrily. He faced Melanie. “How could she steal the locket my daughter was wearing the day she disappeared?!”

Suddenly, the old Driver, Mang Teryo, entered. He had been wanting to speak for a long time but was afraid of Melanie. Now that he had seen the scene, he gained courage.

“Sir Alfonso!” Mang Teryo shouted, kneeling on the floor. “I’ll admit it! Ma’am Angelica didn’t drown!”

“What do you mean?” Alfonso asked.

“That day, 15 years ago…” the driver cried. “Ma’am Melanie ordered me. She paid me to take the child away to a distant province. She said, ‘I’ll take that child away so that I can get all the inheritance.’ I left Angelica by the side of the church. I didn’t kill her because I felt sorry for her.”

Mang Teryo pointed at Melanie.

“She! She’s the one who ordered your own child to be thrown away!”

Melanie’s world collapsed. “T-That’s not true! You’re a liar!”

Don Alfonso approached Melanie. The anger on his face was frightening.

PLEASE!

A strong slap landed on Melanie’s face.

“You demon!” Alfonso shouted. “You made me believe my son was dead! I mourned for 15 years! The child you kicked out and kept in my house is my own blood!”

“Alfonso, I’m sorry! I only did it because I love you! I don’t want anyone to share your attention!”

“Guards!” the Don shouted.

The security guards entered.

“Get this woman out of here. She won’t bring a single peso with her. Have her and Mang Teryo locked up for Kidnapping and Serious Illegal Detention. Make sure she rots in jail.”

While dragging Melanie out, crying and begging, Don Alfonso hugged Maya—or Angelica.

“Son… forgive me…” the father sobbed. “Papa is here. You will never be a servant again. You are the princess of this house.”

Maya hugged the father she had been missing for so long. Finally, the “helper” has returned to his true throne, and the villain has paid for his greed.