The couple exchanged relieved smiles. Even the doctor glanced at the fireworks, a flicker of relief softening his usually stoic demeanor.
Evelyn, however, turned her face away, her lips pressing into a thin line.
She knew the fireworks weren’t for her—or even for the life she was about to save. They were for her. Charlotte.
It was Charlotte’s birthday and Christopher had gone to extravagant lengths, arranging an entire city-wide fireworks display just for her.
As the explosions echoed in the background, Evelyn stood, grabbing her bag. Her voice, small and almost swallowed by the noise, was tinged with quiet resignation. “The contract is signed. If anything comes up, just let me know.”
Only then did the others acknowledge her. The couple hurriedly pulled out a check and a business card, pressing them into her hands.
“Ms. Carter, here’s $300,000. Please take it. If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to reach out to us.”
“This is just a small token of our appreciation. Please accept it!”
Evelyn shook her head and refused the check. This wasn’t a sale—she wouldn’t dare take their money. Quietly, she accepted the business card instead.