Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

I was blunt, but the director showed no sign of offense. He replied, "Your concerns are valid. Every penny spent is recorded and cataloged. We ensure our finances are open and transparent. Anyone who donates can review the accounts anytime."
He paused, then added, "This policy was established by Marlee. As long as I'm the director, it will never be changed."
I smiled, "Good. Then please get the accountant here."
In no time, the accountant came with the receipt. But as we were about to complete the transfer, both of them froze for a moment.
The director looked at me with a hint of excitement in his eyes. "Are you donating 1.5 million dollars? Can it be done in installments? That's such a large sum. It might be too much to use all at once."
This orphanage didn't start as a government institution. Back when Marlee was still young, someone left a baby girl on her doorstep.
At that time, political upheaval was at its height, and there was nowhere to place adopted children. Marlee, unmarried then, simply took her in.
From that point on, every few months, more abandoned infants were left at her doorstep. As the number of children grew, and the influence expanded, the government eventually stepped in and officially established this orphanage.
For years, the orphanage had depended on donations to cover expenses. Many kind-hearted people supported them, but donations of this magnitude were certainly rare.
His words made me chuckle. I'd heard of paying bills in installments, but never donating in installments before.
I replied, "I can't donate in installments. I'm going to be quite busy soon and won't have time to visit."
The director laughed too. The accountant also chuckled on the side.
After finishing all the paperwork, the director personally escorted me to the door. Even after the car had driven quite far, I could still see his figure standing in the courtyard.
Coming back from the orphanage, I swept away the gloom I'd felt the past few days. My mom was right—helping others truly brought joy.
I felt happy, although the sudden fortune I had just acquired was gone again. Now, I had only about 80,000 dollars left for emergencies.
For an ordinary family, that sum might be enough to live comfortably for years.
But I was heading to the Knight family, one of the real high societies. According to what the instructor said during my training, that money might only buy one or two custom-made outfits for them.
But it didn't matter to me. I could always scrounge money from Mason. True or not, once I stepped through the Knight Manor gate, he wouldn't make me wear bargain-bin clothes.
Feeling smug about my own cleverness, I suddenly jumped at a voice behind me. "What are you thinking about? Your grin shows you're up to no good."
I turned around—well, it was who I was thinking of. Could I admit I was plotting against Mason? Of course not.
I replied, "I just came back from donating at the orphanage. I'm in a great mood. This is the smile of a good soul after doing a good deed. I feel like I'm shining from the inside out."
I shamelessly blurted out those words before they even crossed my mind.
"Yeah, you're pretty kindhearted. Looks like you donated all your wealth?" he asked.
"Yep, almost. My dad used to say, 'Money earned through dirty ways will go away just the same.' I think it's meaningful to use this money to do good," I said with complete confidence.
Mason crossed his arms, giving me a teasing look. "Don't make me laugh. Are you sure your dad said that? It's clearly from a book."
I rolled my eyes at him. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, that's where I heard it from."
Mason didn't argue over such a pointless topic anymore. Instead, he pulled a credit card from his pocket and handed it to me. "Go get yourself some clothes, bags, jewelry, or whatever you want."