The boy tilted his head, unbothered by the anger or the grandeur of the man before him. “My mother says that no one is truly broken if God wills it.”

Dominic’s brow furrowed, anger sparking at the naive optimism. “God? That is nonsense. I have spent millions, consulted the greatest doctors across the globe, and nothing has changed. No miracle exists for me, little boy.”

The boy’s gaze did not waver. Dominic’s own voice softened, almost without realizing it. “Tell me, kid,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “If, somehow, you could make me walk again, I would give you everything. This house, the cars, my entire fortune. Signed, sealed, no questions. But if you fail, you leave me to my misery, and I will not stop you.”