Chapter 142

• With empty bowls pushed aside, the kitchen counter gleamed under the soft overhead light; Howard looked at her, his gaze steady and searching. "Why did you think to start that charity fund? All by yourself, without anyone's help?"
• Charlotte's smile faded, her eyes dropping to her hands as memories flooded in—small faces like Ruby's and Max's, pale and fighting. "There are so many kids like Ruby and Max who need treatment. And just because of the money, the crazy costs... small lives slip away. I don't want that to happen again. Not if I can help it."
• He leaned in, voice gentle but firm. "You should have told me earlier. I will definitely help."