Ethan’s expression softened. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? What good is wealth if it’s not used to improve lives?”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “I’ve always believed that those with power have a responsibility to help those without it.”
“A sentiment I share,” Ethan said, smiling warmly.
I looked at Isaac, who was watching our exchange with one hand shoved in his pocket while the other held a glass of some kind of mixed drink that he must have picked up without me even noticing. He almost seemed bored, like he had seen all of this before.
Or maybe he was just bored because… well, because he was Isaac, and he had come here for a party, not for rubbing elbows with philanthropists. I felt a surge of frustration at the fact that he wasn’t contributing much in order for us to make a
