?


    Damon remained silent, his face set in a grim expression. If this card truly contained the staggering amount imed, the situation was anything but reassuring.


    After verifying the bnce at the bank, his expression grew even darker.


    Sensing something amiss—especially given Damon''sck of joy-Spencer grew uneasy.


    "Mr. Sumner... isn''t it good that the card holds this much money?" he asked hesitantly.


    Damon''s gaze sharpened. "Head back to the office. I need to deal with something at home." "Understood," Spencer replied, though confusion lingered on his face.


    Damon left swiftly.


    Spencer stood by, watching the car disappear down the road, his thoughts clouded.


    Shouldn''t they be celebrating? With this amount, saving thepany should have been a sure thing.


    Less than an hourter, Damon arrived at the vi.


    N was lounging in the living room, watching TV.


    When she saw him enter, her brow furrowed slightly. "Why are you back so early?"


    Damon settled across from her, cing the bank card on the coffee table. "Do you have any idea how much money is on this card?" Recognizing it as the one Mason had handed over the previous night, N frowned. "Around 8,000 dors, right? What''s the issue?" "This card holds one trillion dors," Damon said tly.


    The moment the words left his mouth, N burst outughing. "Since when did you start cracking jokes like this?"


    "I''m serious." Damon unlocked his phone and handed it to her, disying a photo he had taken at the bank''s bnce check.


    Herughter died as she stared at the image.


    A momentter, her expression froze. Her gaze shifted back to him, now heavy with disbelief. "You''re not joking?"


    "Do I look like I''m joking?" Damon retorted.


    "No..." she


    Sdmitted. "But how is this


    even possible? Could it be a error? There''s no way af could have that kind


    Even if the ount held 10,000 or 30,000 dors, it wouldn''t have surprised her.


    Mason often deposited his pocket money and gifts into that ount.


    But a trillion dors? That bordered on absurd. She couldn''t even visualize such a sum.


    "There''s no mistake. Spencer checked, I checked, and the bank staff confirmed it," Damon exined, his tone firm.


    N shook her head, still skeptical.


    "This doesn''t make sense. Let''s


    this


    . That should clear bet


    pick up Buddy and


    things


    up."


    et


    "Good idea. I''lle with you," Damon said. "If this money is tied to something suspicious, we need to as it immediately to protect Buddy."


    His words sent a shiver through N. Damon''s grave tone underscored the potential danger of the situation.


    ...


    The drive to the kindergarten was a quiet one, both lost in thought.


    When they arrived at the school entrance, N called Laura, asking her to bring Mason out.


    Ten minutester, Laura emerged, holding Mason''s hand.


    Upon spotting his parents, Mason''s face lit up with joy. He dashed toward them, leaping into N''s arms.


    "Mommy! Daddy! Why are you here?" he asked, his voice bubbling with excitement.


    N and Damon exchanged a look before she crouched down to meet Mason at eye level.


    "Buddy, Mommy needs to ask you something important," she said gently.


    Mason''s smile faded slightly due to her serious tone. He bit his lip. "What is it, Mommy?"


    Taking a deep breath, N asked, "The card you gave Daddyst night-do you remember how much money is on it?"