“Let’s check your account, shall we?” Mr. Holloway guided Wesley to a private office, away from prying eyes. As they entered, he shot a stern glance at Bradley, who remained frozen, caught in the vice of his own prejudice.

Inside the office, Holloway accessed Wesley’s account details.

As the balance appeared on the screen, his eyes widened. “Wesley,” he said, with a hint of awe, “your grandmother was indeed a wise woman.

She has left you a substantial sum, enough to secure your future.”

Wesley nodded, tears welling up as he thought of Grandma Eleanor, who always believed in him, even when the world seemed not to. “She always said education was important, and she wanted me to have the best chance,” Wesley explained.