Poor Black Boy To Paralyzed Millionaire, I Cure You With Your Leftovers, She Laughs, And Then Everything Changes
Victoria Whitmore had grown accustomed to the fear her name inspired. Eight years confined to a wheelchair hadn’t softened her arrogance—it had sharpened it. Her mansion loomed across from a dilapidated apartment complex, home to a twelve-year-old boy named Daniel Thompson, who lived with his grandmother. To Victoria, he was invisible. To Daniel, she represented…