The girl stepped back immediately, clutching the bundle tighter.
Then a faint cry came from inside the cloth.
Victor froze.
It wasn’t a bag.
It wasn’t food.
It was a baby.
“My sister,” the girl said, her voice trembling from cold and exhaustion. “She’s hungry… please, sir. She’s really hungry.”
Victor carefully looked closer. Inside the cloth was a tiny baby girl only a few months old. Her lips were pale and her skin looked dangerously cold.
The truth struck Victor like a punch.
These children weren’t waiting for anyone.
They were trying to survive.
“Where are your parents?” he asked quietly, already fearing the answer.
The girl lowered her eyes.
“They left,” she whispered. “They said they couldn’t take care of us anymore. They promised they’d come back… but we’ve been walking for three days.”
Three days.
Three days in the rain with no food, carrying a baby while still being a child herself.
Victor felt anger and pity crash together inside him.
“Come with me,” he said firmly. “Get in the car.”
The girl hesitated. Life had taught her not to trust strangers easily. But the baby began crying harder.
After a moment she nodded.
Victor helped them into the back seat and wrapped them in a blanket from his trunk. The heater filled the car with warm air as he drove back toward the city.
The ride was mostly silent.
The girl—who said her name was Maya—kept watching everything nervously. Her baby sister, Lily, slowly stopped crying as warmth returned to her body.
When they arrived at Victor’s large mansion, it suddenly felt strangely empty compared to the fragile lives he had just brought inside.
His housekeeper Margaret opened the door and stared in shock.
“Mr. Victor… what happened?”
“They need food,” Victor said quickly. “Hot food, dry clothes, and a bath.”
That night the house changed.
Margaret prepared soup and warm milk while Victor found old clothes that could fit the children. Maya ate slowly but carefully watched to make sure Lily finished her bottle first.
That simple act of love broke something inside Victor.
Later that night Maya finally fell asleep beside her sister’s crib.
Victor sat in a chair nearby, watching them breathe.
For the first time in years, the mansion didn’t feel empty.
The next morning reality returned.
Victor contacted his lawyer Daniel.