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

“I failed them,” he said, his voice rough. “I wanted to be a good dad, but… everything fell apart. After Mary died, I broke, but I want to fix it.

For them.” Alex studied him, fighting the urge to lash out. He wanted to yell, to blame James for leaving Lily and Emma to die on the streets, but he saw genuine remorse in his eyes.

“They love you, James,” he said finally. “But you’ll have to prove you can be their father. It’s not words—it’s actions.”

James nodded, tears glistening. “I know. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

A month later, James met the girls for the first time since rehab. The meeting took place in the clinic’s visiting room, smelling of antiseptic and fresh coffee. Emma, seeing her father, ran to him, her small arms wrapping around his neck.

“Daddy, you’re back!” Her voice rang with joy, and she clung to him, as if afraid he’d vanish. Lily stood back, her eyes guarded, arms crossed.

She approached slowly, holding Alex’s hand, her gaze steady, almost adult. “You won’t leave again?” she asked, her voice even but laced with pain. “You promised last time, but you left.”

James knelt, his eyes brimming with tears, reaching out but not touching her, as if scared she’d pull away. “Never, Lily,” he said, his voice shaking. “I swear, I was weak, but I’m fighting now.

For you.” Lily studied him, her lips trembling, but she didn’t cry. She gave a slight nod and stepped closer, letting her father hug her.

Alex watched, his heart tightening. He’d become family to the girls, but he knew their bond with their father was part of their healing. He decided to support James, covering his treatment and helping him find work, while keeping his promise to stay by Lily and Emma’s side…