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A millionaire told his son to choose a new mother from five wealthy women… but the boy chose the poor cleaning lady instead!

At eight in the morning, Hannah Brooks was wiping down the glass coffee table in the living room when she noticed five luxury cars pulling up to the gate. After four months working at the Whitmore estate, she immediately sensed that this day would be different. Upstairs, Daniel Whitmore pointed out the window to his eight-year-old son, Lucas.

“Son, the five women we talked about have arrived. They’ll be staying with us for thirty days.”

Lucas watched the elegant women step out of the cars.

“And at the end, I have to choose one to be my new mom, right, Dad?”

“That’s right. They’re all well-educated and come from influential families. I’m sure you’ll like them.”

“And if I don’t like any?”

“You will. They can give you a great education and take you around the world.”

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the house, followed by a furious voice.

“Useless maid! You broke my expensive glass!”

Daniel and Lucas exchanged startled looks.

“What was that?” Lucas asked.

“I’m not sure. Let’s check.”

They hurried downstairs and found Hannah kneeling on the floor, gathering broken crystal, her finger bleeding. A tall brunette stood over her, arms crossed.

“That glass was imported crystal. It cost more than she earns in a year.”

“It was an accident,” Hannah whispered, eyes lowered.

“An accident?” the woman scoffed. “People like you shouldn’t be touching valuable things.”

“Excuse me,” Daniel said firmly. “What’s going on?”

The brunette turned with a practiced smile. “Daniel, I’m Madison Cole. I just arrived, and your maid shattered my glass.”

The other four women stepped closer, observing Hannah on the floor.

“Well, this is awkward,” said a thin blonde.

“I’m Harper West,” she added coolly.

“Accidents happen,” Daniel replied, trying to calm the situation.

“They happen with unrefined people,” Harper said, staring at Hannah. “Classy people know better.”

Lucas slipped past his father and rushed to Hannah.

“Han, are you hurt?”

Hannah looked up, forcing a smile.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Just a scratch.”

Madison narrowed her eyes. “That’s an odd level of closeness.”

Daniel intervened. “Since everyone’s here, let’s be clear. This is Hannah, our employee. And you’re the candidates.”

The women introduced themselves proudly: Madison, from an old New York family; Harper, a model and influencer who had lived in Paris; Rachel Adams, a corporate lawyer; Dr. Nicole Foster, a dermatologist with a private clinic; and Jordan Blake, an architect.

Throughout it all, they treated Hannah as if she didn’t exist.

“You’ll all stay here for thirty days,” Daniel explained. “At the end, Lucas will decide who he wants me to marry.”

“And the maid?” Madison asked.

“She stays,” Daniel replied. “Hannah has worked here for months.”

Harper exchanged a glance with Rachel. “We just hope she understands her position.”

Lucas grabbed Hannah’s hand. “Han, come see the drawing I made.”

“She needs to clean up her mess first,” Nicole snapped.

“It’s okay,” Hannah said softly. “I’ll come after.”

Madison watched closely. “Interesting.”

That afternoon, the five women gathered on the patio, comparing gifts—tablets, luxury trips, elite schools, room renovations.

Lucas appeared politely, thanking them without enthusiasm.

Then Hannah arrived with juice and cinnamon cookies. Lucas’s face lit up.

“You made these?”

“I did. And I brought origami paper.”

The women watched in silence as his joy was unmistakable.

That night, they met again.

“This situation with the maid is unacceptable,” Madison whispered.

“He’s too attached,” Jordan agreed.

“It’s inappropriate,” Rachel said.

“He needs to learn hierarchy,” Nicole added.

“And she needs a lesson,” Madison concluded.

Daniel, meanwhile, couldn’t ignore the change in his son. Lucas laughed again, ate again, lived again.

Later, Lucas showed him an origami bird.

“She’s patient,” he said. “She never yells.”

“Did you like the ladies?” Daniel asked.

“They’re nice… but Hannah’s better.”

“Why?”

“She’s real.”

“Are you firing her?” Lucas asked anxiously.

“No,” Daniel promised. “She’s staying.”

The harassment began days later—intentional messes, hidden supplies, blame shifted onto Hannah. Daniel installed hidden cameras.

What he saw infuriated him.

When Lucas defended her, Madison threatened him.

“If you keep choosing her, you’ll have to decide.”

“I already did,” Lucas replied. “I choose Hannah.”

Daniel uncovered forged accusations and fake investigations ordered by Madison.

At the final party, believing they’d won, the women bragged—unaware they were being recorded.

Daniel played everything publicly.

The truth shattered them.

“These women tried to destroy a kind woman because my son loved her,” Daniel said.

“I want Hannah to be my mom,” Lucas said quietly.

Daniel proposed to Hannah in front of everyone.

She said yes through tears.

The women fled in disgrace.

Months later, Daniel and Hannah married simply. Lucas called her “Mom.”

Later, their daughter was born.

Looking back, Hannah said softly, “Every hardship led me here.”

And together, they proved that love is defined not by status, but by kindness, truth, and courage.

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