"What are you doing in Los Angeles? I'm in San Francisco right now."
He sounded anxious, which only made me more convinced of what I had been suspecting.
He had another family, and they were living very comfortably.
"Maybe I was mistaken. You go ahead and get back to work."
Even the maid's uniforms here were custom-made by a luxury brand. The owners of this place were undoubtedly very wealthy and powerful.
I put the maid's uniforms aside and walked back to the playroom from earlier.
The little master, Leon Smith, was inside, busy building a block tower as tall as he was.
"Go away, stinky maid!"
Seeing me step into his territory, Leon immediately stood up, trying to chase me out.
I bent down next to him, took a deep breath, then covered my nose, and took two steps back, making a face as if I was utterly disgusted.
"Mr. Smith, what are you talking about? Is it because you soiled your pants that you've been saying there's a bad smell?
"Do you want me to help you change?"
Upon hearing this, Leon started to sob. Kids this age were easy to handle.
"I did not soil my pants! I don't stink! You go away!"
"Alright, alright, I get it."
I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of my father.