The Millionaire’s Real Problem
That afternoon, Dr. Harwell, Victoria’s private neurologist, brought new tests.
“Victoria,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “neurologically, there’s no physical reason for your paralysis. Your nervous system is working perfectly. I suspect your trauma manifests as physical paralysis.”
Victoria’s world shook. Eight years in a wheelchair, and it had all been psychosomatic? Worse, a poor boy had diagnosed her in minutes what her expensive doctors could not.
That night, she looked across the street at Daniel’s modest apartment. Lights on. Shadows moving. A family with nothing, but knowledge she couldn’t buy. For a moment, she felt humility—but quickly replaced it with anger.
“That boy isn’t going to humiliate me,” she whispered.
