My Husband Told Me To Make Miracles With Rice While He Paid For Another Woman’s Luxury Apartment

stomach dropped. Mrs. Patel muttered a prayer. Kabir stepped closer. “Can Papa go to jail?”

The room went silent. I turned to him. “I don’t want you to think about jail.”

“But he stole.”

I knelt before him. “Yes. And adults will handle it.”

His jaw trembled. “He said rice and dal are enough for people like us.”

Anika whispered, “But Kiara got steak?”

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