He told the housekeeper to let her in.
She entered the living room.
He looked at her for a long moment.
“You came back.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
She smiled faintly.
“Because I missed you.”
He looked away.
For a man who had once owned companies worth hundreds of millions of dollars, those four words were almost too valuable to hear.
But then she placed the envelope on the table.
“I need you to read this.”
He opened it.
Inside was a letter.
She explained that before working for him, she had been caring for her younger brother, who had been struggling with medical bills.
She had taken the mansion job because she needed stable income.
She had never told him because she didn’t want his sympathy.
But after leaving, something unexpected happened.
She realized she had not only missed the mansion.
She had missed him.
Not his money.
Not his lifestyle.
Him.
The lonely man behind the wheelchair.
