Meanwhile, after hanging up, Lana calmly opened her banking app.
The faint hum of the air conditioner filled the room as she stared at the numbers on the screen. Fifty million dollars sat quietly in her account.
There was no excitement, no hesitation. Without a second thought, she transferred the entire amount to a charity.
It was a charity she had secretly founded herself.
This was something Lana would never openly admit.
In front of others, she appeared indifferent, distant, almost cold, someone who barely formed attachments.
Yet deep inside, there was an obsession she could never let go of... helping people who were just like her.
People standing on the edge, people abandoned, people with no one left to lean on.
'Maybe,' she often thought, 'if I help them now, they might become my friends in the future.'
In a way, Lana was right. The only difference was that those friendships were never formed because of the secret donations.
