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“Are you alright?” The concern in his voice was immediate.

“I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m at the office working on a case. These siblings I told you about the factory

worker who lost his hand and his sister with leukemia–their situation is worse than I thought.”

There was a pause before Connor spoke again. “Have you eaten?”

The question caught me off guard. “What?”

“Dinner,” he clarified. “Have you had anything since lunch?”

I glanced at the clock–9:30 PM. I hadn’t eaten since the hospital lunch hours ago.

“No,” I admitted. “I’ve been too focused on this case.”

“I’m picking you up,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Text me the address.”

“Connor, you don’t have to-”

“Olivia.” His voice softened. “Let me take care of you while you’re taking care of everyone else.”

A small smile formed on my lips at his concern. “Okay. I’m at Moonlaw Legal Services on Fifth Street.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

After hanging up, I turned back to my notes, considering the challenges ahead. Even if we won the case-

which I was confident we would–collecting the compensation would be another battle entirely.

Companies like Northern Industrial Factory often dragged out the payment process, knowing that vulnerable

clients couldn’t afford to wait. Meanwhile, Noah needed specialized treatment for his injury, and Leah’s

condition was deteriorating rapidly.

I made a decision then, reaching for my phone again. The Moonlight Charitable Foundation answered on the

third ring.

“This is Olivia Winters,” I said. “I’d like to make a donation.”

By the time I finished the call, I had transferred ten million dollars to the foundation, with specific provisions. for the Pierce siblings‘ care. I structured it carefully to preserve their dignity–the foundation would cover their medical expenses as part of a broader program for injured workers, not as direct charity.

I also sent Emma a separate transfer of $200,000 for daily expenses and to hire household help while she

focused on supporting the siblings.

Her response came almost immediately–a voice message filled with tears and gratitude.

“Olivia,” Emma’s voice cracked with emotion. “I don’t know what to say. You’ve shown more compassion to

these kids than anyone ever has. Thank you doesn’t seem enough, but… thank you.”

I was still smiling at her message when my phone rang again. This time it was Jason Mitchell from the legal

team I’d assembled for Noah’s case.

“We’ve got the preliminary injunction,” he reported. “The factory can’t destroy any evidence related to the

accident.”

“That’s excellent news,” I said, feeling a small victory. “What about the safety inspection records?”

“Still working on getting those subpoenaed. Their lawyers are fighting us every step of the way.”

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“Keep pushing.” I urged. “Those records will prove they knew about the safety issues long before Noah’s

accident.”

After hanging up, I gathered my things, preparing to meet Connor. Despite the challenges ahead, I felt more purposeful than I had in months. This case mattered–these siblings mattered–and I was determined to help

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