“Oh. I remember you,” Greg said with a smile.
Patricia looked at him, and recognition dawned on her face. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you,” she said. “I heard you were robbed.”
Greg nodded. “It’s fine.”
But deep down, something shifted. Seeing her again lifted his heart.
“At least something good came out of this place,” he thought.
After finishing the job, Greg went to Elizabeth to collect his payment.
She laughed. “I don’t have money to pay you,” she said casually.
Greg frowned. “But we had an agreement.”
“I said I don’t have money,” she repeated. “You’ll have to wait. But I have something else you might need.”
“What?” Greg asked.
“Patricia,” Elizabeth called out.
Patricia rushed into the compound.
“Take her as your wife for the work you did.”
“What?” Patricia cried. “Mommy, please don’t do this. You don’t even know this man.”
Elizabeth ignored her completely and turned to Greg.
“Do you accept your payment?”
Greg smiled to himself. What a surprising offer.
“Of course,” he said calmly. “I’ll take her with me. She will become my wife.”
“Mercy,” Elizabeth said, “go and pack her bag.”
Patricia broke down in tears, pleading desperately, but no one listened. Within moments, her small bag was brought out.
Greg took it in one hand and gently held her other hand as they walked out of the compound.
Behind them, Elizabeth stood with a victorious smile.
“Mommy, why did you do that?” Chioma asked. “She’s a big help in this house.”
“You girls don’t see the bigger picture,” Elizabeth replied confidently. “My source told me that Chief Ben’s son is back in town, and he’s preparing to come here to ask for one of your hands in marriage.”
The girls leaned in eagerly.
“When your father made that promise years ago,” she continued, “he took Patricia to them because I hadn’t given birth to any of you yet.”
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