You're the Blackwood's maid

Julian: "Charles. When are you leaving?"

You just keep cleaning the dirty plates as a whole family argument is starting in the kitchen.

Charles: "I'm not leaving. I'm staying."

One of the plates slips out of your hands, shattering and cutting your hand. Blood starts to run down your arm. Constance looks at you with her usual, never fading, almost crazy, smile, Mary Katherine stares at the branches on the table and Julian looks at Charles worried.