Chapter 153: First Step for Hope
Carlo’s jaw clicked.
"Daniella should learn how to keep her mouth shut," Carlo muttered under his breath. He reluctantly reached for the burrito, finally unable to fight against the hunger that was ravaging his belly. As he peeled the wrapper open, he asked, "And what about you? Just trying to use a kid to get back at your ex-husband?"
"I just want to see you succeed," Amelia said. "If your success brings W&W Industries down in the process, I wouldn’t be particularly against it."
While all Amelia wanted was to secure these children’s futures and prove that she could bring up what others thought was a hopeless foundation, Caleb’s downfall would be a bonus she didn’t mind.
In order for the Hope for Scholars Foundation to succeed, people need to be willing to donate. Donations would only come in when they see the foundation as an investment they could look forward to reaping the rewards of.
Carlo was someone who had shown immense talent and smarts, according to both Daniella’s notes and Amelia’s recent observations. He would be the quickest one to bring up, and right now, he had the most drive out of everyone in his batch.
Emmeline had abandoned this foundation because she thought they were all good for nothing― in fact, that was what all of them thought. Amelia was determined to prove them — Emmeline especially — wrong.
"Don’t expect me to sell out their dirty secrets. I don’t know anything other than the fact that Caleb Walton is a sack of shit," Carlo said while eating, sauce gathering by the side of his mouth. He winced as his split lip protested at the strain, but he powered through it anyway. The food was too good to be ruined by a little blood and pain.
"Duly noted," Matteo said with dry amusement, "I’m not in the habit of making children fight my battles. But reaching top five is not as much of a pipe dream as you believe it to be. If you’re serious, I’ll be willing to get you tutors to help."
"Like hell!" Carlo nearly choked out. "This will make me look like I paid my way to success. I’m going to do it without your help!"
"We’ll be looking forward to that then." Amelia beamed brightly and proceeded to wipe the sauce from the corner of Carlo’s lips with a napkin.