They Called Me His Maid—But When the Mafia Boss Ran Into the ICU, He Learned I Had Been Protecting Him From His Own Men

his ear, listening to his younger sister cry because her husband had left her. Emily had been dusting the bookshelves and expected him to cut the call short. Men like him always had somewhere else to be.

Instead, he sat down, set every document aside, and listened for forty minutes without once interrupting.

Emily never forgot that.