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“What do you want to watch now? I can tune the TV to any movie or show you’d love,” Priyank took the remote and turned on the TV, seeking her preference.

“I don’t know much about movies. We don’t have a TV in our orphanage; Mother Mary says it costs a lot and we need to focus on studies,” Priya exclaimed, gazing excitedly at the TV.

She had never watched any show or movie in her entire life, but that didn’t mean she was unfamiliar with television.

She knew about it, and when Priyank offered, she thought she could finally get a chance to watch.

Now he was asking what she wanted to watch, and that was the main problem because she didn’t know what she wanted.

Since she didn’t know any shows or movies, she didn’t have any favourites or binge-worthy options.

“What?” Priyank gasped, shocked to hear her say she’d never watched television.

Even poor people had these things in their houses, and her so-called Mother Mary deprived everyone of it.

“Yes, we can’t have it because Mother Mary needs to pay everyone’s fees and necessities. We can’t waste money,” Priya replied, understanding his reaction.

Of course, seeing the way his house, his office, and penthouse looked, hearing that someone didn’t have the luxury of watching television was shocking.

‘That’s what she ate that cake from the trash?’ Priyank thought to himself.

Thinking about the impoverished life Priya had led, he realised how many people didn’t have food.

She had said this before when he saw her eating the cake. At that time, he had said he didn’t care, and it was true for others; he didn’t. But for her, his mind went wild.

Even the thought of her not having food, even once, made him annoyed.

What kind of orphanage was Mary running? How corrupt did you need to be that you couldn’t even provide basic necessities?

“Your Mother Mary can’t even provide simple things? Did she starve you or the other kids in the orphanage? How greedy can anyone be?” Priyank asked, stressed.

Priya was so innocent; he could see how much she loved Mary. Even if something like that had happened, she wouldn’t understand abuse.

At least with Mary, because she always sounded so grateful to have that woman in her life.

He now wanted to snap her head off for anything wrong she might have done with Priya. He didn’t care about orphanage kids, but if they were starved, that meant his Angel was too, and that was a big deal for him.

“No, we had three meals a day, and we even had ice cream every Sunday. It wasn’t as extravagant as what you buy, but why would Mother Mary starve us? She’s running an orphanage and might not have a lot of money for luxuries, but she always provided us with everything we need,” Priya explained, feeling a bit confused by the suggestion.

God knows where he got the idea that Mary would starve them. Her Mother Mary was not like that.

Mary could starve herself, but not Priya or the other kids in the orphanage. No one was more selfless than her Mother Mary.

Priya’s conviction in Mother Mary’s kindness was unwavering. Despite any shortcomings in resources, she firmly believed in Mary’s dedication to caring for them.

Priyank took a few deep breaths, realising he needed them due to the stress of imagining what kind of abuse Priya might have endured.

Given Priya’s intelligence, he highly doubted she even understood the concept of abuse. With him, she might have grasped it because of his extreme actions.

But who knows about that old woman? She might have done small things like not providing television, and Priya, the way she is, might not have fully comprehended it all.

“You know that orphanage gets funds and everything they need for basic necessities,” Priyank stated.

Even if he didn’t believe in charity, because his mother literally worked her ass off to provide him with everything rather than relying on charity.

Now that he was rich, he believed in working hard. He provided people with work if they ever asked for help from him, which rarely happened. However, people did approach his mom, and whoever his mom wanted to help, Priyank did too.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Now he couldn’t run away from donating to charities either because he was in the Mafia, and if he didn’t convert all his black money to white, it would cause issues.

That’s why he donated huge sums to charities, and he was well aware of government policies regarding such matters.

So, what Mary was doing by feeding everyone, claiming they needed to compromise even for television, was clear. Of course, she was using the money she received from the government or whatever funds she used to run her orphanage for her own benefit. In his understanding, it was crystal clear.

“For us, it’s not like that. Our orphanage isn’t running on funds because we’re not registered in that category; it’s more like a self-helping category,” Priya tried to comprehend his words, responding with what she understood.

Maybe he was thinking that Mary was hiding money from the kids or from Priya, but that wasn’t the case. Everyone in the orphanage was taught about legal matters, conditions, and everything they lived on.

And there weren’t even too many kids, just a handful, so what would they need funds for?

‘No funds?’

Priyank’s mind struggled to process it all. Priya was delivering one shock after another. What kind of orphanage could run without funds? How many kids were in the orphanage that someone of Mary’s modest means could feed?

Of course, Priyank with his wealth could feed thousands, but that wasn’t the case for Mary. Judging by her appearance, it didn’t even seem like she could properly feed two kids.

“So, what kind of work does your Mother Mary do? If she’s feeding everyone with her own money, what business is she running?” Priyank asked, eager to understand the situation more deeply.

“Tailoring, and whatever odd jobs she can find,” Priya replied. “The kids are homeschooled for a certain time, and then they prepare for exams to earn scholarships for schools, like I did for college.”


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