Raymond’s heartbeat quickened as he carefully opened the envelope. Inside, no checks, no extravagant bills, no luxury orders… Just a stack of modest receipts, handwritten by small neighborhood shops.

The first was from a low-cost grocery store: 20 boxes of infant milk, 15 bags of rice, fresh vegetables, hygiene products.

The second from a bookstore: 12 children’s books, notebooks, colored pencils.
The third from a textile shop: blankets, coats, shoes for little feet.
Raymond looked up at Elena, unable to form a single word.

She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting nervously.
“Sir… I’m sorry if I did wrong. But… I couldn’t buy things for myself. Not when the orphanage up on the hill doesn’t even have enough to get through the winter. The children sometimes sleep two under one blanket. Some didn’t even have shoes anymore…”