The little daughter of the housemaid suddenly ran up to the billionaire sitting in a wheelchair and whispered quietly, “Increase my mom’s salary, and I’ll tell you why you can’t walk” 

For the past five years, the billionaire had spent his life in that wheelchair, resigned to a diagnosis the doctors called final. But after the girl’s words, a chill of terror ran through him 

The morning was gray and quiet. The spacious kitchen was warm, filled with the smell of fresh coffee and pastries, yet the atmosphere remained heavy.

Michael sat in his wheelchair by the kitchen island, staring into a cup he hadn’t even touched. Five years had passed since the day his life shattered, and all that time he had never been able to get used to the thought that he would never walk again. The spinal injury was considered irreversible.

He had once been a different man. Confident, strong, always busy. He had built his business with his own hands, made decisions independently, and never relied on anyone else’s help. Then came the accident. The night road, oncoming headlights, a sudden impact, and darkness. He woke up in the hospital, where he heard words that turned everything upside down.

At first, his wife Laura was by his side. She took care of him, supported him, and assured him that everything would be fine. But over time, her care became formal. She traveled more often, stayed out late, and answered briefly and coldly. Michael felt that a stranger was now beside him, but he didn’t have the strength to confront it.

A housemaid named Anna had worked in the house for a long time. A calm, tidy woman, almost invisible. She lived there with her daughter Sophie, a seven-year-old girl with a serious look and a habit of listening carefully to adults. Sophie rarely ran around or made noise; most of the time she sat with a book or quietly observed what was happening around her.

That morning, Michael was having 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 eyes, and suddenly said something that didn’t sound childlike at all.

“Increase my mom’s salary, and I’ll tell you why your legs don’t work.”

Michael was confused, but he didn’t laugh. There was no playfulness in her voice. He looked closely at the girl, and she repeated the same thing, more quietly but firmly. He nodded slowly, not understanding what was happening.

And at that moment, the girl told him something that filled the billionaire with horror  Continuation in the first comment 

Sophie took a small glass vial out of her pocket and placed it on the table.

“This was given by the doctor who came to your wife at night,” she said calmly.

Michael picked up the vial. When he read the name of the medication, an icy feeling spread through him. It was neither a painkiller nor vitamins. The drug suppressed nerve impulses and caused temporary paralysis when taken regularly.

The truth came out quickly. Michael found records, bills, and messages. Laura had truly deceived him all those years. Michael’s treating physician was her lover.

For several years, he had secretly come to the house and handed her the medication. She gave it to her husband, convincing everyone that his condition wasn’t changing. While Michael sat in the wheelchair trusting the doctors, she lived her own life, met with her lover, and spent his money.

When everything became clear, Michael didn’t make a scene. He simply stopped being a victim. Laura disappeared from the house that very day, the doctor lost his license, and the treatment was started anew.

And for the first time in five years, Michael realized that there was still hope after all.