Travis rose from his knees and went inside to change his clothes into the old clothes he wore the day he stepped into the Morrison mansion.
He walked out and left behind every other piece of clothing they bought for him.
Stella was still crying when he walked to the sitting room and headed towards the exit door. And as he was about to turn the doorknob, the voice of the old Mrs. Morrison stopped him.
“Travis, why don’t you take the clothes we bought for you?”
Travis doesn’t turn back because he doesn’t want to see the tears of Stella anymore. Her weeping has already shattered his heart.
“If I take them with me, people would think I am rich and they won’t help me,” Travis said before turning the knob and darted out into the snow.
“Now about the debt,” Augustus was saying. “Give me the
