She looked at him, searching his face. There was something about him—something calm and reassuring that made her feel strangely safe.
Slowly, she nodded.
He held her hand again, and they continued walking.
They took a taxi that carried them all the way to the city. Eventually, it stopped in front of a massive gate. Greg stepped out first, then held out his hand for her.
Patricia hesitated before placing her hand in his. As she stepped out, her eyes widened in shock.
Before her stood a magnificent building, far beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Greg gently held her hand and led her inside.
At the entrance, maids and servants stood in neat rows, bowing respectfully as Greg and Patricia walked in.
Patricia’s confusion deepened, but Greg gently held her hand and led her forward.
Inside, Chief Ben and his wife stood waiting, warm smiles on their faces.
The woman stepped forward immediately and pulled Patricia into a loving embrace. “Oh, dear Trisha, you’ve grown so beautifully.”
Patricia stiffened in surprise. Only her father had ever called her Trisha.
“How… how do you know that name?” she asked softly.
The woman smiled warmly. “You were very young, so you may not remember. Your father used to work with us. He often brought you along, and he always called you my dear Trisha.”
Tears instantly filled Patricia’s eyes. She missed her father deeply. He may not have been her biological father, but he had loved her with all his heart.
Greg’s mother gently wiped her tears. “Don’t worry, my dear. Everything will be fine.”
Patricia nodded slowly.
She was led away to freshen up while Greg remained behind with his parents and narrated everything that had happened.
“You mean Elizabeth has become this cruel?” his father asked, shaking his head.
Greg nodded.
His father sighed. “No problem. I will send for her.”
A few days later, Elizabeth received a letter from Chief Ben’s mansion. She screamed in excitement, drawing the attention of her daughters.
“Mommy, what is it?” Chioma asked.
But Elizabeth was already dancing with joy. “My God has finally answered my prayers,” she exclaimed. She waved the letter excitedly. “He has invited us to his house. I’m sure it’s for his son to choose one of you for marriage.”
Her daughters’ faces lit up instantly.
“So you must look your very best,” she continued. “Don’t disgrace me. This is our ticket to a good life. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Chioma and Mercy replied eagerly.
On the appointed day, they dressed in their finest clothes. Elizabeth even hired a taxi to take them there. She couldn’t risk arriving sweaty or looking ordinary among wealthy people.
When they arrived at the grand mansion, excitement filled their hearts as they stepped out and walked in.
The house was breathtaking, like something straight out of a painting.
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