Stanley's POV
I'm fast asleep in my bed when I'm jolted awake by the sound of a plate breaking. It's loud and close, and I quickly throw off the covers and rush out of my room to see what's happening.
As I enter the hallway, I see Jessica standing in the foyer, surrounded by shattered glass and ceramic. She's holding a vase, and with a swift motion, she throws it to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces.
The maids are standing nearby, looking frazzled and scared. They're holding new vases, and I realize that Jessica must have ordered them to replace the old ones.
Just then, my mother comes downstairs, her face pale with shock. "Jessica, what are you doing?" she demands, her voice shrill with anger.
But Jessica just scoffs, a look of disdain on her face. She pretends like sh
