Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
Moana

My trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.

“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”

I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.

Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”

“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.

Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.

a damp sponge that it was making the metal racks on the inside of the oven rattle. “If you’re really all that interested, you can look online. I’m

still intrigued, so I turned on my heel and picked up my phone off of the coffee table. The interview with Sophia ended on the TV while I was in the kitchen, so now Ella was flipping absentmindedly through the channels as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was a list of articles with vague information on Edrick’s donations over the past few years. It seemed, starting just four years prior, that

must have grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now hanging

yelled playfully, tossing down my phone and grabbing her, pulling her onto my

filled with the sweet sounds of the little girl’s giggles, but I couldn’t quite

until much later that night. I was laying in my own bed; I wondered if he was coming back to the penthouse at all, and if he did, I wondered if he wouldn’t want to sleep together after our argument. Eventually, however, I heard the sound of footsteps

opened the door and came in. He was already in his pajamas, and stormed over to the other side of the bed without a word. I could tell that he

look at Edrick as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Something about

His tone of voice was cold

that just yesterday you thought that compassion was pointless, and

are two different things,” Edrick interrupted. “I have to do certain things sometimes to uphold the image

recent drawing: a picture of

laid down on the other side of the bed on his side, with his back turned to me. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the city below, which was nothing but white noise to me after growing up in the city. Aside from the sounds of the

a sudden, he

tried my best to be fair to everyone in my company. And now the media is trying to contact my

from my sketchbook to look over at Edrick. “Why do they say that they’re being treated

shrugged. “It’s

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