That evening, he asked Laura to join him in his study. The house was quiet; even the ticking of the clock seemed to pause.
She looked down for a moment, then met his eyes. “Because, Mr. Montgomery, money can fill your hands, but not your heart. My mother’s medicine, my siblings’ education — those things last longer than anything I could buy for myself.”
Charles leaned back, her words lingering in the air. “You don’t think about what you’re missing?”
She shook her head. “I have a roof, food, and people who love me. That’s enough. I’d rather use what I have to make life lighter for someone else.”
He was silent for a long time. For the first time in years, he felt something unfamiliar — humility.
The Awakening
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