The billionaire pretended to be asleep to check on his maid’s son, certain he would steal his money. But what the boy did truly horrified the billionaire. đšđ±
The billionaire sat in his favorite chair by the fireplace, his eyes closed and breathing evenly. It looked like he was fast asleep. In fact, he hadn’t slept a wink. He heard every sound and was completely focused.
As he grew older, he became suspicious. Money was disappearing from the house. Small amounts, but regularly. He noticed it right away, but there was no proof. Suspicion fell on the maid. Over his long life, the billionaire had become accustomed to the idea that if you give someone a chance, they’ll definitely steal from you. Especially if they think no one is watching.
This time, he decided to check it out himself, because after the new maid and her son arrived, money had started disappearing from the house.
He deliberately left a wad of bills on a small table next to the chair. The bills lay in plain sight, as if he’d absentmindedly forgotten them. A little further down, in the wall, a safe stood open. Inside, gold bars lay neatly arranged, illuminated by the soft light of a lamp. Everything seemed too obvious, and that was exactly how he wanted it.
The maid quietly entered the room. She hadn’t worked there long and always looked tired. The billionaire knew she was raising a son alone and barely making ends meet. A boy followed her. Small, thin, with a serious look.
“Sit here and don’t touch anything,” the maid whispered, trying to speak calmly, though her voice trembled. “The master is sleeping. If you wake him, I’ll lose my job.”
“I understand, Mom,” the boy replied quietly.
The maid left. The door closed. Only the billionaire and the maid’s son remained in the room.
A few minutes passed. The billionaire waited for the boy to immediately reach for the money or the safe. He was sure it would happen. But the boy stood still, as if afraid to take an extra step.
Then he slowly approached the open safe. The billionaire tensed inwardly. The boy carefully reached out, picked up a gold bar, and stared at it for a long moment. And then he did something that completely horrified the billionaire. đČđ±
There was no greed in the boy’s gaze. Only admiration.
“One day I’ll buy my mom one of these,” he whispered barely audibly.
After that, the boy carefully put the gold back, closed the safe, and turned to the chair. He noticed that the billionaire wasn’t completely covered, moved closer, and, as his mother had taught him, carefully covered him with a blanket.
“Good night, mister,” he said quietly and stepped back.
At that moment, the billionaire opened his eyes. He looked at the boy and felt himself growing ashamed of his thoughts. He realized how wrong he had been in thinking that honesty was a function of age or poverty.
The next day, he paid the boy’s full tuition and helped his mother with money she would never have dared to ask for.
And for the first time in many years, the billionaire realized that you can’t judge people by their clothes. And all this time, his own son, who had lived in abundance his entire life, had been stealing from him.
