“DO YOU CRY FROM HUNGER, TOO?” the beggar girl asked the millionaire and offered him her last piece of bread. What happened next left everyone frozen…

The peace was shattered when the door burst open.

Elea Rojas, Sebastian’s mother and president of the council, entered, elegant, cold, imposing, like a well-polished blade.

“What is this nonsense?” he snapped, looking at Alma with contempt. “The investors are waiting, and you’re playing at being the savior of a street child.”

“Call security,” he ordered. “Have her get out of here.”

Alma leaned back on the sofa, her eyes fixed on Elea, as if she recognized the danger in the voice more than in the face.

Then Rosa accidentally dropped a folder, and the papers scattered across the floor as if pushed by the air.

A photograph slid down until it was visible.

Alma gasped and lunged forward.

“That’s my mom!” he shouted. “It’s her!”

Sebastian picked it up with trembling hands and felt his heart hammering in his throat.

The ID card read: Maria Caldero — Night Cleaning Staff, and the NovaPay logo shone above it mockingly.

“I used to work here,” Alma said urgently. “I always said I cleaned a building with a tree logo. This is it!”