Chapter 295: Cammy’s Project (1)
Cammy inhaled deeply, her chest rising with the weight of the words she was about to speak. Her hand found Greg’s, and she held it tightly as she looked into his eyes—eyes that had seen her through pain, transformation, and now... purpose.
"I’ve made a decision," she said quietly at first, but her voice strengthened with each word. "I want to use the money I got from the divorce to help renovate the orphanage."
Greg blinked, surprised—but he didn’t interrupt.
"I mean it, Greg," she continued, emotion swelling in her voice. "That money was born from pain and betrayal, but maybe it can finally do something good. I don’t need it. I’ll be getting income from CorEx soon anyway, and even if I spend all of it on the orphanage, I know I’ll earn it back. What matters now is giving those kids a real place to call home. A place that doesn’t break your heart the moment you step through the gate. Would... would that be okay with you?"
Greg didn’t answer right away. He simply stared at her for a moment, as if seeing her in a new light. Then, a soft smile formed on his lips.
"Cammy," he said gently, "why are you asking me for permission? That’s your money. You earned it. You endured everything that came before it. You want to use it to help others? That just makes me love you more."
He leaned closer, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Besides, you do not have to save a cent. My money is yours. Every damn cent of it. We’re a team now, remember?"
Cammy’s breath hitched, but Greg wasn’t finished. His eyes grew distant for a moment, clouded by memories.
"Truth is... I was planning the same thing," he confessed. "When I saw that place today, it reminded me of where I came from. Before Feli... I mean, before my mother brought me to my father, because we had nothing. We barely ate. We slept on cold floors. I know what it feels like to be forgotten. It’s not easy to be poor."
He cleared his throat, his voice cracking with emotion. "I’ve been donating to charities and organizations for years... but today, when I saw those kids, those babies—I knew this one had to be different. We’re not just writing checks. We’re building something. Together."