Charlotte walked back into the house after seeing Oliver off, only to find all the house help gathered together in a straight line, shoulder to shoulder. Their solemn faces piqued her curiosity.
"What's going on?" she asked, confusion etched on her face, as they all glanced at each other, seemingly waiting for someone to speak up. Penelope, the apparent leader, cleared her throat and stepped forward.
"Ma'am," she began, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and determination. "We're all quitting." Charlotte's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I don't understand," she said, her voice laced with concern. "What's happening?"
Penelope hesitated before speaking up. "We haven't received our wages in a while, ma'am. We all have families to take care of, and we can't afford to wait any lon
