“Disgusting…”
Lucia got scared.
He quickly knelt down on the cold ground.
“I didn’t steal them… please… sell them to me… my little brothers are hungry… two babies… they have no milk… they’re going to die…”
Her voice broke.
Her small, trembling hands clutched the manager’s pants.
“Please… I beg you… I’ll pay you back… when I grow up… I’ll work to pay you back…”
Some people burst out laughing.
Nobody approached.
Nobody helped.
Ricardo moved his leg away and shook the girl’s hand dismissively.
“Pay when you grow up?!” he sneered.
“You think you’re going to live that long, trash?”
The crowd laughed even louder.
An elegant woman covered her mouth, laughing.
A man shook his head: “What kind of beggar…”
Lucia lowered her head.
Tears fell to the ground.
But his hands were still holding the cans.
They were all their hope.
“Security!” Ricardo shouted.
“Get her out of here! And call the police! These people need to be locked up!”
The guard approached.
His rough hand reached out—
directly towards the girl’s neck.
But before touching it…
Another hand stopped him.
Firm.
Strong.
Cold.
“Don’t touch her.”
The whole place fell silent.
The man was standing behind.
High.
Dressed in a simple but impeccable black suit.
His eyes were as cold as ice.
His name was Alejandro Castillo.
One of Mexico’s most discreet billionaires.
He didn’t look at anyone else.
Only the kneeling girl.
His gaze was not one of pity.
It was something deeper.
Pain.
“How much?” he asked briefly.
Ricardo changed his attitude immediately.
“Um… Mr. Castillo… it’s just that—”
“I asked. How much?”
“Four thousand pesos…”
Alejandro said nothing.
He took out his wallet.
He placed ten times that amount on the counter.
“Keep the change.”
The silence was absolute.
Nobody dared to laugh.
Nobody said anything.
Alexander bowed.
He took the cans.
She gently placed them in Lucia’s hands.
“Go home.”
Just two words.
Nothing else.
Lucia looked up.
Her eyes were red.
“T-thank you, sir…”
But Alejandro had already turned around.
He didn’t look back.
He didn’t ask her name.
I didn’t need to know anything else.
At least… that’s what everyone thought.
Ten minutes later.
Under the freezing rain.
A tall figure walked silently behind a small girl.
Alejandro… had followed her.
I didn’t know why.
But there was something in her eyes that had deeply hurt him.
Lucia entered a dark alley.
Then he arrived at a vacant lot behind a poor neighborhood.
A rusty sheet metal shack appeared.
The girl opened the door.
He ran in.
Alejandro was left out.
He hesitated.
And then… he went in.
And at that moment—
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