his mother’s coal stove, eating the last piece of garri because there had been no dinner left. He had spent 25 years building money around that memory, only to forget hunger could still be sitting on his own kitchen floor.
—Nneka, stand up slowly. You are not in trouble.
She looked at him as if kindness itself could be a trap.
—Sit at the island. Finish your food.
—Sir, please…
—Sit.
She obeyed, but her hands trembled so badly the spoon clicked against the plate. Kelechi heated fresh rice and
Billionaire Sees his Maid Hiding to Eat Leftover Food… and His Life Changes
