Taking a deep breath, Emma approached the mansion's grand doors, her eyes slightly red, tears still clinging to her cheeks.
Mrs. Harris opened the door, taking Emma's coat and noticing the tear streaks on her face.
Glancing towards the living room, she softly whispered in Emma's ear, "Miss Emma, wipe your tears. The master doesn't like to see you like this."
Emma numbly lifted her head, heeding Mrs. Harris's advice, her heart empty as she looked at her hands.
She didn't even have the right to cry, her emotions dictated by the man's moods.
"Come here," Damien Sterling's voice pierced through the air like a cold breeze to Emma's ear.
Mrs. Harris hastily wiped the tears from Emma's cheeks. "Miss Emma, go quickly, don't upset the master."
Yes, wasn't her role here to please him day by day?
