Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 88

CHAPTER 088

JULIAN’S POV

“You… bought an orphanage?” she repeated slowly like the words didn’t quite register

in her brain.

“Yes,” I confirmed, firm but calm. “And I need you to send me the funds before the end of today.”

Yup, you heard right. I was buying an orphanage for one million dollars. Obviously, I didn’t have that kind of cash just lying around in my bank account–I’m wealthy, not stupid rich. But fortunately, I knew someone who was.

“So that was why you called…” she said, her tone suddenly laced with suspicion. “I knew something was up when I saw your name on the screen. You never call unless you want something.”

“Come on, Mom. It’s not like that, I tried to explain, keeping my voice as nonchalant as possible. “I’m just… in a bit of a tight spot, that’s all. I’m doing this to help someone. A friend.”

I could already tell where this conversation was going, and I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. But with my mom, that was almost impossible to avoid. She had a talent for flipping the script and making me feel like the villain–no matter the situation.

“You’re always trying to help others,” she shot back, clearly not buying my explanation. “Why don’t you ever try helping your family?”

I sighed and rubbed my temples. I should’ve seen that coming.

“You guys don’t need help,” I said. “You have everything. That’s why I’m the one calling you for help–not the other way around.”

“There’s more to help than just money, Julian. Not all help is financial. There’s emotional support, physical presence, and moral responsibility. You’ve been missing from this family, and you know it.”

And just like that, I was back in high school again–getting lectured for being late to dinner.

“Mom, I’m sorry, but I don’t have a lot of time right now,” I cut in, gently but firmly. “This is important.”

There was a pause on the line. A long, tense silence. I held my breath, wondering if I had just blown it–if she was about to hang up and throw Plan B out the window.

Finally, she spoke again, her voice lower and more serious. “And how much are we talking about here?”

“One million,” I said.

“Jesus Christ, Julian.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, clearly trying to keep my dad

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from overhearing. “One million? For an orphanage? Have you lost your mind?”

Here we go.

“I told you…”

“No,” she cut me off sharply. “Don’t say anything. Don’t give me some romanticized excuse. There is no reason anyone should spend that kind of money on a building full of children I’m not trying to sound cruel, but be realistic–there’s no business in an orphanage.”

“I didn’t buy it as a business, Mom,” I said, my voice a bit more forceful now. “I bought it for someone who matters. I’m doing it for her.”

Silence again. Then, a long, slow sigh echoed through the line.

“I just hope…” she started, and then her voice shifted–quieter, firmer. “I just hope this person is worth it.”

Her words struck something in me–because deep down, I was wondering the same

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