Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone…

At first, she couldn’t spot anything interesting. Waitresses bustled around the hall. The head chef commanded in the kitchen and the waiter greeted clients at the entrance.

Everything was as usual, until Grace noticed yesterday’s recording of a young dishwasher with a bulky bag in her hands. Look at her, so clever. What could she possibly carry in such a bag? Probably empties the fridge before leaving and takes it all home.

And all this right under the nose of my foolish husband. Upon closer inspection of Emma, Grace decided to catch her red-handed. Let’s see how you sing when I corner you.

Unfortunately, poor Emma had no idea that she had been under close surveillance for some time now. Time dragged on deliberately slowly, approaching the inevitable moment of reckoning. At the end of her shift, Emma grabbed a few leftovers approved by the head chef and headed towards the exit.

She had done this before, ever since James allowed her to take home some of the untouched dishes. But today, everything initially took a different turn. Seeing Emma with a canvas utility bag in her hands, Grace approached the doorway triumphantly and said, And where do you think you’re going, dear? Scooped up a bag full of delicacies and intend to just leave my restaurant like that? Emma flinched and looked at the hostess with a hunted gaze, genuine sadness and despair evident in her eyes.

I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams, but I haven’t stolen anything. These are just leftovers, you know, the ones that were paid for, but remained untouched by the customers. The businesswoman sneered contemptuously.

Untouched, you say? And who decides that? Could it be you, sweetheart? You seem to have a good deal for yourself. What do we have here? Oh, a Caesar salad. Too bad, only half.

But it doesn’t change the essence. You’re quite the gourmet, dear. Tears welled up in Emma’s eyes.

She least expected the obnoxious heiress to turn everything upside down so easily. Oh, please, no need to cry, okay? Your crocodile tears are of no use to me, understand? Once you lose your job, you can shed them every minute if you want, Grace remarked rather harshly. Emma sniffled sadly and began rummaging through her bag.

What made it even more upsetting was that just half an hour ago, she had paid for these dishes with her future salary. Now she faced dismissal on charges of theft she didn’t commit. Oh, looks like we caught a fish in the net.

And the surname matches, Fisher. And you were still hoping for the boss, remarked the approaching administrator. Grace exchanged a meaningful glance with Andrew and continued to scold Emma.

But I didn’t take it for myself. It was for the kids, pleaded the woman. Oh, don’t scare me with your family drama.

I couldn’t care less about how many you have. Three, four or five. It’s your business.

You gave birth to them. Deal with it yourself, Grace snapped bitterly. She only has two of her own and two more from her husband’s first marriage, the administrator added obligingly.

They’re all mine. And as for what my husband left, let it remain on his conscience. He’s in prison now, caught stealing.

He thought the kids would help him reduce his sentence. But I managed to get his rights revoked, Emma muttered through tears. But Grace remained unmoved.

Honestly, what Grace needed right now was a scapegoat to show her power to everyone else. Emma, who had the misfortune of being caught in the crossfire, became just that. So how about you, Fisher, right? Well, you’re fired.

You can go wherever you want, Grace concluded, gesturing towards the door. Despair froze in Emma’s eyes. But how could this be? Could she really be dismissed like some unwanted stray dog? The administrator, in turn, didn’t want to stay on the sidelines and contributed his two cents to the matter….