*****Meanwhile, seeing the children looking at her with such innocent hope, Grace felt another sharp ache pierce straight through her heart.It was so painful that she instinctively lowered her gaze for a brief second.Before she even realized it, her eyes had reddened further, the tears she had fought so desperately to suppress threatening to spill over once again.She simply nodded her head, not daring to open her mouth.She knew herself well enough to understand that if she tried speaking at this moment, her voice would crack, and the fragile composure she had painstakingly rebuilt would collapse completely.The children, utterly oblivious to the emotional storm raging inside her, instantly erupted into another wave of excitement the moment they saw her nod.Their faces blossomed with dazzling smiles, and hope returned to their eyes with frightening speed."Big... big sister, will there be tents too?" one child asked excitedly."Beautiful sister... will... will you bring mosquito

Xavier stared at his wife in silence for what felt like an eternity, momentarily unable to process the conviction blazing in her eyes.Her words had caught him completely off guard, and before he could gather his thoughts or ask what she meant...“Now, I know.”A radiant smile slowly spread across her face, stretching from ear to ear.It wasn't the smile of someone who had just made an expensive decision, but instead, that of someone who had finally discovered the answer to a question that had lingered deep within her heart for a long time.“I will build a foundation... no...” She paused briefly, then shook her head as though rejecting even her own choice of words. “A sanctuary.”Her eyes sparkled with a brilliance Xavier hadn't seen before. “A sanctuary for children like them.”As she spoke, the heaviness that had weighed upon her only moments ago gradually transformed into determination.“I'll build them the home they never had,” she continued, her voice becoming steadier with every

*****"Alright, Little Lola. Uncle and Sister will take you to the orphanage."The instant those words reached her ears, her enormous eyes exploded with excitement, sparkling so brightly they looked capable of chasing away the darkness outside the car all by themselves."Yah!"She bounced straight upward in pure delight, nearly smashing the top of her head against the roof of the vehicle.Xavier's pupils shrank at this, his heart practically leaping into his throat."Careful!"Fortunately, Little Lola landed safely, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack she had just gifted him.Instead, she immediately began wriggling in her seat, kicking her tiny feet happily and performing what could only be described as an enthusiastic victory dance that had absolutely no rhythm whatsoever.If professional dancers ever witnessed that performance, they would probably retire on the spot… not because it was impressive, but because it somehow ignored every known law of coordinated movement.Lit

*****For a brief second after hearing Little Lola’s words, both Xavier and Grace merely stared at her, not reacting.Then, without realizing it, a complicated smile, brimming with warmth, admiration, and a faint trace of self-mockery, slowly appeared on Grace's face.She chuckled quietly before shaking her head."Compared to Little Lola..." she murmured with a soft sigh, "...I'm not kind at all."Little Lola was stunned for a second after hearing those words, then she immediately puffed out her cheeks."No!” She exclaimed with certainty,“Huh?” Grace blinked, lost.Little Lola shook her head seriously."Beautiful Sister Grace is kind."She pointed toward Xavier."Uncle is kind."Then she proudly poked her own tiny chest."And Little Lola is also kind."After saying that, she nodded with complete confidence, as though she had just delivered an undeniable universal truth.For a second, Xavier nearly laughed at how innocent the little girl was. ‘Me? Kind?’ he wondered to himself, as tho

*****The elderly woman’s gaze swept over Xavier and Grace from head to toe, lingering on their clean appearance and the understated yet unmistakably expensive clothes they wore.That single observation only poured more fuel onto the fire already blazing inside her.Her eyes turned crimson with indignation as she thrust the long broom toward them like a spear, looking less like an elderly caretaker and more like a veteran general preparing to charge into battle.“Why?” she demanded, nearly choking on her own outrage. “Why would rich people abandon their own child? I always thought it was only those who couldn't afford to raise a child who left them at my doorstep.”“But you people...” She pointed accusingly at the couple again, her hand trembling with anger. “You have money! You have decent clothes! You look healthy! Yet you're even worse! At least poverty has an excuse. What's yours?”Without waiting for an answer, she launched into another relentless barrage.“Do you know how many c