Chapter 14
I looked at the girl who had once filmed me working in the kitchen to mock me on social media.
The arrogant cruelty that had once defined her face was entirely gone, replaced by the grim reality of poverty.
“I will pay your mother’s hospital bills, Chloe,” I said softly, pulling a business card from my coat.
Chloe’s eyes widened in disbelief, tears overflowing down her frostbitten cheeks.
“You... you will?” she gasped. “After everything we did to you?”
“I am paying them because I am not like your family,” I stated firmly.
“I do not kick people when they are down, nor do I use money to inflict deliberate torture.”
“Take this card to my foundation office tomorrow; they will handle the billing directly.”
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“But do not ever approach me or my family again.”
I stepped into my waiting car, leaving Chloe standing under the streetlights, weeping with gratitude and shame.
