Chapter 8 - The Meeting at Maple StreetLater that afternoon, a sleek black Maybach rolled quietly down Maple Street, parking directly in front of a modest, weather-beaten apartment building.
Spencer Weston stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, holding a large, beautifully wrapped gift box in one hand and a medical bag filled with top-tier pharmaceutical prescriptions in the other. Beside him walked four-year-old Wyatt, wearing his favorite red jacket and clutching a stuffed teddy bear.
They walked up the creaking wooden steps of apartment 3B and knocked gently on the door.
A few moments later, the lock clicked.
The door opened a crack. Standing there was May Jensen—a pale, exhausted woman with dark hair pulled back, wearing a faded sweater, leaning against the doorframe as she coughed softly into a tissue.
“Can I... can I help you?” May asked weakly, looking confusedly at the impeccably dressed billionaire and his young son standing on her porch.
Spencer offered a warm, respectful smile, stepping forward slightly.
“Mrs. Jensen? I’m Spencer Weston. And this is my son, Wyatt.”
May’s eyes widened in sheer shock. Every family in Saint Paul knew the Weston name. She instinctively stepped back, her hands trembling. “Mr. Weston? I... I don't rent commercial property. If this is about the eviction notice, I swear I’m working on the rent—”
“There is no eviction notice, Mrs. Jensen,” Spencer interrupted gently, holding up his hand. “In fact, your rent has been permanently paid in full, your heating is being upgraded as we speak, and your medical prescriptions have been fully covered by my private health foundation.”
May stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “I... I don't understand... Why would you do that?”
Before Spencer could answer, a familiar voice called out from behind the hallway corner.
“Mom!”
Ellie came running around the corner, wearing her soft gray hoodie, a bright, joyful smile on her face as she rushed into her mother’s arms.
“Ellie?!” May gasped, holding her daughter tightly. “What is happening? What did you do?”
“She didn't do anything wrong, Mrs. Jensen,” Spencer said softly, stepping into the warm, modest apartment. “She just saved my son’s life. And today, it’s my turn to make sure her family is safe.”
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Wyatt walked up shyly, holding out the stuffed teddy bear toward Ellie. “Here. For you. Because you shared your coat with me.”
Ellie giggled, taking the bear and hugging it tightly.
