"Yes, I know. But still… this is too much. I haven't done anything to deserve this kind of money," Cynthia replied, shaking her head.
"Who told you that? Your cooking and everything else—you've been amazing. I would love it if you could come work for me," Nolan said, a warm smile on his face.
"Thank you, I really appreciate this," Cynthia said, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at the pouch. She brushed them away and composed herself. "Two hundred thousand… it's enough to change anyone's life forever. With this money I can… do so much. Work, start something, help people."
"It's not a problem," Nolan said. "I give it from my heart. I don't need it. Take it."
Cynthia shook her head. "No. I won't keep it for myself. I'll take it to the nearest orphanage. Most of the orphanages here," she swallowed, voice catching, "they need help. Please. Let me do this. That's just the way I am."
