I blinked at the number printed on the paper, my mind struggling to comprehend the number of zeros staring back at me. It was a sum that dwarfed any figure I had ever imagined in my life. A sum that could wipe out every debt, every sleepless night worrying about bills, and still leave more than enough to radically change the course of my existence.
“Is… is this for real?” I stammered, my voice barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter this fragile, surreal moment.
Blackwood nodded, his expression earnest, yet restrained. “It is very real, Mrs. Bennett. The family requires a commitment from you, of course, regular donations as needed. But with the utmost respect for your health and schedule.”
