Hailee's POV
We were led into one of the guest rooms. I muttered a weak thank you to the maid and closed the door before turning to my sons, all three of them raising their brows at me.
"A domestic maid?" Ozzy asked, a deep frown etched on his face.
"Is this payback for buying you?" Oscar followed quickly.
"How long will you be working here?" Oliver added, his tone sharp.
I stared at my sons and didn't know what to say or where to begin, so instead, I guided them toward the bed, made them sit close together, and squatted down in front of them.
