Since then, the tribal leader spread the name Thom Haye to every tribal leader in any forest, that Thom Haye was a name they must honor and help. What happened back then carried a profound moral message about the law of life—“you reap what you sow.”Fifteen years ago, Thom sowed kindness in that forest without expecting anything in return. And today, Thom reaps the results in the form of his men’s safety, the loyalty of a tribe, and a respect that cannot be bought with money or power.The moral message is—never grow tired of doing good.Thom is living proof that a single act of kindness, done selflessly years ago, can save someone’s life in the future.Because kindness is like a seed planted in dark soil. Unseen, unknown, but one day it will grow into a strong tree—right when you need shelter.Thom did not know at the time that helping an isolated tribe in the middle of the forest would bear fruit like this. He did not do it for repayment. He did it because it was the right thing to

At Frank’s elite residential complex, the night felt eerily quiet. The grand house stood firmly among rows of similar homes, but inside, there was no happiness. Only anxiety that filled every corner of the rooms.Frank sat on the living room sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Rachel sat beside him, her eyes blank as she stared at the glowing television screen. Since the night Thom threw her out, since her unlimited card was taken, since she was fired from Lanster Company, Rachel had never felt at ease. Quite the opposite. She had become more restless. More paranoid.The television was broadcasting the main news of the night. A female news anchor with a serious expression read from the script in front of her. "The government has officially issued fugitive status for Gustav Gon and Heramia Rolland, strongly suspected as the masterminds behind the theft of a military asset—a helicopter with registration code 99-NK-HU9. Anyone who sees these fugitives is urged to report immediatel

Mr. Edmund stood with his body hunched, as if he had aged ten years in a matter of minutes. His face was pale, his eyes swollen, and his hands had not stopped trembling since the CCTV footage was played. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. But his voice still broke when he finally spoke."Thom... I’m sorry. As a father, I failed to raise Rachel. I never taught her to be like this. I never imagined my own daughter would fall this low." Mr. Edmund lowered his head, tears dripping onto the tips of his shoes. "Rachel truly has no ethics. She crossed the line. I... I don’t know what else to say. Forgive us, Thom. Forgive my daughter for going too far."He bent his back even deeper, almost bowing. A father apologizing for his child’s mistakes was a heartbreaking sight.Thom said nothing. He simply looked at Mr. Edmund with unreadable eyes.But Madam Yosie could not stay silent."Edmund, stop!" she snapped, pulling her husband’s arm back. Her face was still pale, but her eyes bur

That night, Thom sat alone in the family room. Shenina was already asleep in Aunty Uly’s room while waiting for her new bedroom to be finished. Jasmine had also gone to her room, exhausted after a full day of activities.The television was on at a low volume, until a breaking news report appeared."We report from headquarters, the arrest of national fugitives Gustav Gon and Heramia Rolland has been successfully carried out by a joint police and military task force early this morning. Both were captured in an underground villa in the eastern region without significant resistance."Thom sat up straight. His eyes were fixed on the screen.Images of Gustav and Heramia appeared—official photos with gray backgrounds, their faces grim, their eyes empty. There was no longer Gustav’s confident smile. No longer Heramia’s cold gaze. What remained were two people who had been defeated."Both have been sentenced to 15 years in prison and fined 5 million US dollars for the theft of state facilities

Thom stood in the middle of the Lanster Company lobby, his eyes slowly scanning every corner of the room. Jasmine, beside him, was still trying to smile at the employees passing by, trying to catch their attention, trying to get at least one warm greeting. There was none. The employees moved back and forth with blank expressions. Some of them glanced at Jasmine briefly, then quickly looked away. No one stopped. No one asked. No one greeted her. Thom could understand if they were indifferent to him. He knew that as the owner of the company, the name Thom Haye was indeed listed on all ownership documents. But his face had never appeared in the media. He had never attended company events. He had never posed for an owner’s profile photo. The employees only knew his name, not his face. Even the executives did not know him personally. Only the senior executives—those who had been working since Lanster Company was still a small business—had ever met Thom. But all of them were on business