A Millionaire Found His Housekeeper’s Daughter Crying at His Son’s Grave—What She Revealed Left Him in Tears

Lily looked back at the grave.

“I come here sometimes,” she said.

Richard felt a strange unease.

“Why?”

For a moment, the girl didn’t answer.

Instead, she carefully placed a small object beside the headstone.

It was a folded paper crane.

Richard’s chest tightened.

“Did you make that?” he asked.

Lily nodded.

“Daniel taught me how.”

The words struck him like a sudden gust of wind.

“Daniel?” Richard repeated slowly.

“Yes.”

Richard crouched down slightly, confusion spreading through his mind.

“When did you meet my son?”

Lily wiped her eyes again.

“A few years ago. When my mom used to bring me to work with her.”

Richard tried to remember.

Daniel had often been home during his university breaks. But Richard had been so busy running his company that he rarely paid attention to what happened in the house during the day.

“He used to sit in the kitchen with me,” Lily continued quietly. “Sometimes I’d be doing homework while Mom cleaned.”

Her voice trembled.

“And he would help me with math.”

Richard stared at her, stunned.

Daniel had never mentioned this.

Not once.

“He said I was really smart,” Lily said with a faint, sad smile. “Even when I didn’t think so.”