When he unfolded the receipt, silence filled the room.
No designer names. No jewels. No extravagant numbers.
- Children’s school uniforms
- Medicine from the local pharmacy
- Groceries for an elderly neighbor
- A donation to a children’s charity
That was all.
Charles stared at the paper. “You didn’t buy a single thing for yourself?”
Laura smiled faintly. “I did, sir. Peace of mind.”
Her words hit harder than he expected.
He thought of all the years he had spent chasing the next deal, the next possession — all while feeling emptier with each success. And here was someone who earned a fraction of his wealth, yet seemed richer than anyone he knew.
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