f serving others; I was a witness to something far greater and darker than I had ever anticipated. The realization of how deep the world of Mr. Christopher truly ran hit me like a punch to the stomach. His family wasn't just rich; they were powerful, influ

r's voice broke through my thought

less tone. "They will be arriving in Nigeria early tomorrow m

mily. I hadn't even had the chance to fully understand the gravity of the situation, and now I wa

ad, his steps purposeful and steady, while I trailed behind, my legs unsteady and weak. I had n

erwhelming image of him lying there, helpless. The strong, commanding man I had seen only days ago-someone who had once filled a room with his presence-was now reduced to a fragile shell, clinging to life. The sight of him so vulnerable tore a

n't stop the tears from flowing, the sadness overwhelming me. I didn't even know why I was crying-perhaps because I had grown attached to him in ways I couldn't ad

elt the warmth of tears streaming down my cheeks, my

a brief moment. He stepped toward me, his hands awkwardly resting on my shoulders, trying to of

strangely softer than I had ever heard it. "Yo

n quietly monitoring Mr. Christopher's condition approached, gently asking us to leave. Apparently, I had been cr

ive back to the mansion felt like a blur, the night air slipping past the window as I stared blankly out into the darkness. My mind was a cha

first. My thoughts were too consumed by what had happened at th

peated, his tone i

o respond, still los

he mansion. I stepped out of the car and walked numbly to my room, my

ink about was Mr. Christopher and the unknowns that lay ahead. Tomorrow, his family would be here, and I couldn't shake the fear that they would view me as nothing mor

ught of facing his family, especially in such a fragile moment, terrified m

g was changing-my life, my place in this

ing, but I knew one thing for sure:

the emotional weight of the situation, emphasizing her growing at