Cynthia smiled and took her seat obediently.
In no time, Andrew walked slowly out of the kitchen carrying two small plates. Cynthia rose with a smile to take one from him.
They sat down facing each other. Cynthia scooped a spoonful of fish soup, blew on it gently, and sipped it, her eyes flicking towards Andrew. A thought from the nuns suddenly sprang to her mind, and she couldn't help but ask, "Did you donate to the Benevolence Welfare House?"
This morning, a text message had appeared on her phone out of the blue, filled with gratitude from the nuns and a receipt for a one million donation, with her name signed at the bottom.
Andrew was the first person to come to her mind.
However, she had never told him about her visit to the welfare house to gather information, so she re
