Cynthia scoffed. “You wasted a platinum card on that? On strangers?”
Elena lowered her head, ashamed. “Maybe… but I couldn’t look away.”

Raymond remained silent for a long time. Then he did something unimaginable.
He stood, walked around the table… and stopped right in front of Elena. His eyes, usually hard and unreadable, were moist.

“Elena… you’re the only one who didn’t think of yourself. The only one who saw this card not as an opportunity, but as a responsibility. You’ve shown me something no amount of wealth has ever given me: genuine generosity.”

He turned toward the other three women.
“As for you… you’ve just shown me everything I need to stop tolerating. Your time at my side ends here.”

The three protested, shouted, begged — in vain.
Raymond returned to Elena, gently took the envelope from her hands, and declared:

“Starting tomorrow, you will no longer be just my housekeeper… You will be the director of the new support program for that orphanage. And you will have an unlimited budget.”

Elena burst into tears. And Raymond, for the first time in years, truly smiled.
Because in that room, at that very moment, he had finally found something that all the money in the world could never buy:
a genuine soul.