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Mafia Boss Fired His Poor Maid for Letting His Son Play in the Mud — What Follows is Shocking

Mafia Boss Fired His Poor Maid for Letting His Son Play in the Mud — What Follows is Shocking "Isla Mercer, what the hell do you think you're doing?" The voice cracked across the lawn like a whip. Sharp. Sudden. Unmistakable. Colton Blackwood stood at the edge of the flagstone path, his black suit immaculate, his Italian leather shoes gleaming until a fleck of mud landed near the toe. His posture was rigid as the iron gates that surrounded the Blackwood Estate, gates that kept the outside world from knowing what empire lay within. Behind Isla, the laughter of children rang out again, unbothered, unfiltered, free. Five year old Noah had just flopped belly first into a shallow puddle, causing Owen, his twin, to shriek with delight. Zoe, the eldest at nine, was trying to construct a castle out of garden mulch and plastic buckets. All three were barefoot, filthy, and undeniably joyful. Isla Mercer spun around, startled. She had been crouching beside little Owen, steadying him as he climbed a muddy stepping stone, laughing along with the three children. But Colton's sudden yell made her jump, and her hand slipped. Owen tumbled into the puddle with a soft cry, landing on his backside. Mud splashed across his face and shirt. "Oh no, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." Isla gasped, reaching for him again. Colton was already there. "You dropped him," he barked, voice seething. "Are you completely incompetent?" "No, sir. He just slipped. I was right there " "Don't give me excuses. Look at him. Look at this disaster." Noah and Zoe froze mid laugh, watching their father with wide, confused eyes. Isla gently brushed the boy's wet curls back, then faced Colton with calm defiance. "I understand why you're angry," she said. "But yelling doesn't erase the truth." Colton blinked. "What truth?" "That for the first time in months, they were laughing. Not behaving. Not obeying. Laughing." He folded his arms, tone like ice. "That doesn't excuse neglect." "It wasn't neglect," she replied, firmer now. "It was a moment. One real moment in a house full of silence. And your shout just destroyed it." Her words struck harder than he expected. For a moment, all he could hear was the soft sound of water dripping from the garden hose and Owen sniffling beside her. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER: Heartfelt Mafia Tales features original fictional stories created for entertainment and emotional storytelling. Fiction: All characters and events are products of imagination; any resemblance to real persons or actual situations is purely coincidental. Production: All creative direction and scripts are human-led. AI technology is used solely to assist with visuals and narration. Themes: Stories are for dramatic purposes only and do not promote or condone illegal activities.