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A Poor Girl Said She Could Help the Millionaire’s Blind Son… He Laughed at First... THE GARDENER’S DAUGHTER PROMISED TO MAKE HIS BLIND SON SEE—THEN THE BILLIONAIRE DISCOVERED WHO HAD CAUSED THE ACCIDENT / Chapter 2 / 7

Chapter 2 - THE SEED OF SUSPICION

The air in the garden grew instantly frigid, despite the afternoon sun. Daniel Ashford stared at Maya, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.

"What did you just say?" Daniel’s voice dropped to a lethal whisper. He grabbed her shoulder gently but firmly. "Maya, look at me. What do you mean it wasn't an accident?"

Maya didn't answer right away. She was looking up at the second-floor window of the Ashford mansion. The heavy velvet curtains had just settled back into place. The silhouette was gone, but the impression of a cold, calculating gaze remained etched in the air.

"The man who caused the truck to hit your car," Maya whispered, her voice trembling but unnaturally grounded. "He didn't lose control, Mr. Ashford. He was waiting for you. And the energy of that malice... it's still walking through your hallways."

Daniel’s mind raced. The police report from two years ago had been definitive: a runaway semi-truck, faulty brakes, a driver who fled the scene and was never found. It had been ruled a tragic, horrific accident. But Daniel hadn't built a multi-billion-dollar empire by being naive. He knew that in the world of high finance, enemies were currency.

"Who is he, Maya?" Daniel pressed, his eyes burning into hers.

"I don't know his name," she said, looking down at her dirt-stained sneakers. "But if I touch Leo... if I can help him see, the memory locked inside his mind will tell us. The brain doesn't just forget, Mr. Ashford. It hides things to protect us. Leo saw the driver's face right before the impact. I know he did."

Daniel stood up, his mind a chaotic storm of skepticism and desperate hope. He looked at this nine-year-old girl—the daughter of a gardener he had hired just a week ago. It was insane. It defied every law of modern medicine. But then he remembered the heat that had surged through his arm when he touched her hand. He remembered how she knew about the specific cortical blindness and the secret drawings of Leo’s late mother.

"Come with me," Daniel said, his decision made.

They walked into the mansion, the grand marble foyer echoing with their footsteps. As they ascended the spiral staircase toward Leo’s room, a man stepped out from the study.

It was Julian Vance, Daniel’s stepbrother and the Chief Operating Officer of Ashford International. Julian was impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his silver-rimmed glasses catching the chandelier light.

"Daniel," Julian said, his brow furrowing as he looked at Maya. "Who is the child? And why is she tracking mud onto the Persian rugs? I thought we tightened security after the last press leak."

Daniel observed his stepbrother closely. Julian had been his rock after the accident, managing the company while Daniel spent millions scouring the globe for a cure.

"She's Rosa’s daughter," Daniel said shortly. "She's here to see Leo."

Julian let out a soft, patronizing laugh. "The gardener's kid? Daniel, I know you're desperate, but letting staff wander the private quarters? Leo is fragile. He doesn't need distractions."

"She knows about the cortical scans, Julian," Daniel said, his eyes narrowing. "She knows things she couldn't possibly know."

Julian’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second—so quickly Daniel almost missed it. "Well, people gossip, Daniel. The household staff talks. Don't let your grief make you gullible."

Maya stayed silent, but she didn't look at Julian's face. Instead, she stared directly at his hands. Julian’s left hand was resting on the banister, his fingers twitching rhythmically.

"Let's go, Maya," Daniel said, bypassing his brother.

As they walked away, Julian called out, his voice dropping its warm tone, replacing it with something sharper. "Daniel! Remember the board meeting tomorrow. We are finalizing the restructuring. You need to be sharp. Don't waste your energy on fairy tales."

Daniel didn't look back. He pushed open the door to Leo’s room.

The room was bathed in soft, filtered light. Eight-year-old Leo sat on a plush stool in front of an easel. His hands were covered in charcoal. He was tracing a shape on the canvas—a face with soft lines, guided entirely by muscle memory. The face of his mother.

"Dad?" Leo asked, his head turning toward the door. His beautiful blue eyes were wide, clear, and completely vacant. "Who is with you? I hear two pairs of footsteps. One is heavy... the other is very light. Like a bird."

Maya stepped forward, her breathing shallow. "Hi, Leo. My name is Maya. I brought you some rosemary from the garden. It helps you remember."

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

Leo smiled, a rare, radiant sight that broke Daniel’s heart. "I like rosemary. It smells like green. But I forgot what green looks like."

Maya walked up to the boy. "Would you like to see it again?"

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