Now he wanted nothing more than to return to his penthouse, remove his tie, and enjoy a few hours of silence.
He glanced at the unfamiliar number.
The message was clearly intended for someone else.
He read it once.
Then again.
Something about the words Lily hasn’t eaten properly since this morning made his chest tighten.
He had received thousands of messages from strangers over the years. Most were investment proposals, requests for donations, or attempts to gain access to his fortune.
He had learned to be cautious.
But this message felt different.
There was no elaborate story. No promise to repay a million-dollar loan with interest. No flattering introduction or mention of his company.
Just a mother asking for fifty dollars.
Ethan typed a reply.
“Hello. I think you may have the wrong number. But before you go, can I ask you something? Does your daughter have formula for tonight?”
