A Homeless Girl Asked a Millionaire for SCRAPS, but He NOTICED Something That Made Him Call for Help…

“You knew Grandma?” Her voice wavered. “She… She said she helped people, but no one helped us.” Alex closed his eyes, his heart shattering.

He should have been there, should have answered the letters Aunt Mary sent, begging for help. But he was too busy, too absorbed in his success to notice her pleas. “I’m sorry, Lily,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but I’m here now. I’ll help you.” Ambulance sirens pierced the silence, and soon the alley was filled with light and voices.

Paramedics took Emma, Lily staying close, never letting go of her hand, her small figure looking even smaller amid the bustle of adults. Alex followed, his mind a storm. He couldn’t just walk away, not now, knowing whose children they were.

At the hospital in Brooklyn, he spent the night in the corridor, waiting as doctors fought for Emma’s life. Lily sat beside him, her hand gripping his fingers, as if he were her only lifeline. “Will she be okay?” she asked.

Her voice was barely audible, but it carried such hope that it hurt Alex. “They’ll do everything they can,” he replied, trying to sound confident, though he feared the answer. “I promise, you won’t be alone.”

The days that followed were a blur of hospital corridors, phone calls, and decisions Alex never imagined making. Emma was in critical condition—malnutrition, infection, weakness from prolonged starvation. Lily, despite her age, held herself with resilience, but her eyes betrayed the fear and exhaustion she tried to hide.

Alex stayed by their side, canceling meetings, ignoring calls from his board of directors. His assistant, Olivia, called every two hours, her voice edged with panic. “Alex, you can’t just vanish,” she nearly shouted into the phone.

“We have talks with Global Tech next week. It’s billions.” “Olivia, figure it out,” he snapped, his voice firm but weary.

“There are more important things. Tell them I’m unavailable.” Olivia sighed but didn’t argue. Alex hired the best doctors, paid every bill, but knew money couldn’t fix everything.

Lily and Emma needed more than treatment—they needed a home, care, a family. He began piecing together their story, each detail hitting like a blow. After Aunt Mary’s death, the girls were left with their father, James Peterson, who battled alcoholism…