The maid’s little daughter suddenly ran up to the billionaire in his wheelchair and quietly said, “Give Mommy a raise, and I’ll tell you why you can’t walk.” đ˘đ¨
The billionaire had spent the last five years in this wheelchair, resigned to a diagnosis the doctors had called terminal. But after the girl’s words, the billionaire froze with horror. đą
The morning was gray and quiet. The spacious kitchen was warm and smelled of fresh coffee and baked goods, but his mood remained heavy.
Michael sat at the kitchen island in his wheelchair, staring into a cup he hadn’t touched. Five years had passed since the day his life had been shattered, and in all that time, he still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that he could no longer walk. The spinal injury was considered irreversible.
He used to be a different person. Confident, strong, constantly busy. He built his own business, made his own decisions, and never relied on anyone else’s help. And then there was the accident. A night road, oncoming headlights, a sharp impact, and darkness. He woke up in the hospital, where he heard words that changed everything.
At first, his wife, Laura, was by his side. She cared for him, supported him, and assured him that everything would be fine. But over time, her care became formal. She left more and more often, stayed late, and responded curtly and coldly. Michael felt like a stranger was now with him, but he couldn’t find the strength to figure it out.
A maid, Anna, had been working in the house for a long time. A quiet woman, neat, almost unnoticeable. She lived here with her daughter, Sophie, a seven-year-old with a serious gaze and a habit of listening attentively to adults. Sophie rarely ran or made noise, more often sitting with a book or quietly observing the goings-on around her.
That morning, Michael ate breakfast alone. He was about to return to his room when he heard footsteps. Sophie entered the kitchen. She came closer, looked him straight in the eye, and suddenly said something completely unchildish.
“Give Mom a raise, and I’ll tell you why your legs aren’t working.”
Michael was taken aback, but didn’t laugh. There was no playfulness in her voice. He looked closely at the girl, and she repeated the same thing, quieter but confident. He nodded slowly, unsure of what was happening.
And at that moment, the girl told him something that horrified the billionaire. đ¨đ˘
Sophie took a small glass vial from her pocket and placed it on the table.
“The doctor who came to see your wife last night gave you this,” she said calmly.
Michael picked up the vial. When he read the name of the medicine, his stomach dropped. It wasn’t a painkiller or vitamins. The drug suppressed nerve impulses and caused temporary paralysis when taken regularly.
The truth quickly came to light. Michael found records, bills, and correspondence. Laura had indeed been deceiving him all these years. Michael’s attending physician was her lover.
For several years, he secretly came to the house and gave her medication. She added them to her husband’s, convincing everyone that his condition was unimproved. While Michael sat in his chair and believed the doctors, she lived her life, dating her lover and spending his money.
When everything became clear, Michael didn’t make a scene. He simply stopped being a victim. Laura disappeared from the house that same day, the doctor lost his license, and the treatment began anew.
And for the first time in five years, Michael realized that there was hope after all.
