Adrian sat in his office, reviewing a document he hadn't really read.
His thoughts were elsewhere.
Specifically—
On a small house.
A sick woman.
And a girl who smiled too easily.
"…Unnecessary," he muttered.
And yet—
He picked up his phone.
"Handle a hospital bill," he said calmly. "Full coverage."
"Yes, sir."
"No names attached."
"Understood."
He ended the call.
Then leaned back in his chair.
"This changes nothing."
But deep down—
He knew it did.
That evening—
Lina stood at the hospital counter, nervously holding a folded paper.
"Miss Reyes?" the receptionist said.
"Yes…"
"The bill has already been settled."
Lina blinked.
"…What?"
"Paid in full."
Her heart skipped.
"That's not possible… there must be a mistake…"
"There's no mistake."
Lina stood there, frozen.
"…Who paid it?"
"I'm sorry, it was anonymous."
Anonymous.
Her mind raced.
Family? No.
Friends? Impossible.
There was only—
No.
It couldn't be.
"…Right?" she whispered to herself.
But a certain image surfaced in her mind.
Calm eyes.
A quiet voice.
"…No way…"