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The Mafia Boss Watched The Poor Maid Comfort His Autistic Son — His Reaction Shocked Everyone "Who let him cry like that?" Kieran Blackwell's voice thundered through the marble corridors, sharp enough to stop the clocks. The cry had pierced the stillness of the estate, and now so had he. Nora Sinclair froze mid swipe of the window pane on the second floor, her microfiber cloth still damp in her hand. She had only been working at the Blackwell Estate for five days, assigned to routine cleaning in the east wing. No one ever mentioned the fifth floor. In fact, most of the staff avoided it like it was cursed. But that sound the shrill, cyclical sobbing that now rose again wasn't something she could ignore. It wasn't a hungry cry. It wasn't sleepy or cranky. It was the sound of panic, the kind that clawed from the inside out. "Miss," the butler called from downstairs. "Stay clear of the upper wing." She didn't answer. Nora climbed the final steps, heart racing. At the end of the hallway, behind a partially opened door, flickering light pulsed from a sensory projector. A boy, maybe seven, sat curled on the carpeted floor, rocking violently, hitting his forehead against a bookshelf in rhythm. No supervision. No comfort. Just pain and repetition. She paused at the threshold. Everything in her said to turn back. But something deeper, something old and buried, kept her rooted. Her brother Jamie used to do the same thing. Same rocking. Same sound. She remembered it vividly under the dinner table, arms tight across his chest, face streaked with tears no one could understand. Nora stepped softly into the room and crouched several feet away. "Hey, sweetheart," she whispered, voice barely audible over his cries. "I'm not going to touch you. Just sitting right here." ⚠️ 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.