Millionaire arrives FURIOUS at his mansion and freezes when he sees what the maid did to his CHILDREN…-thaithao
“Sir…” Marisol swallowed, tears welling in her eyes, she couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or panic. “Forgive me. I… I know it was forbidden. Their aunt said I couldn’t take them out of their chairs, but they… they wanted to try. I just… I just—”
Gael took a step toward them like a sleepwalker. He dropped to his knees in the grass, not caring about his expensive suit. He was at his children’s eye level.
Nico saw him and smiled as if nothing existed.
The biggest adult in the universe.
“Dad… look. I’m big.”
Gael hugged him with trembling hands, touched his legs, felt muscle, felt life. Emiliano approached too, carefully, and leaned on his father’s shoulder.
“They walk…” Gael murmured, more to convince himself. “They walk.”
He looked up at Marisol. She was waiting for the shout, the accusation, the end.
But Gael didn’t shout. His eyes, used to showing nothing in meetings and signings, were full of tears.
“The doctors said never,” he whispered. “And you… what did you do?”
Marisol wiped her face with the back of her yellow glove.
“Nothing magical, sir. I just… stopped telling them ‘no.’ I told them they could. And when they fell, I picked them up. Again and again.”
The click of heels on stone heralded the storm before it arrived.
“Gael, thank God!” Eugenia exclaimed, bursting onto the porch with a folder under her arm, her face painted with perfect anguish. “Stay away from them, Marisol! Don’t let her near!”
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