I smiled politely, expecting maybe a few thousand. They were successful, owning boutique hotels across three states, but generosity had never been their style.
Then Victor stated the amount:
“$80,000.”
I laughed, certain I’d misheard. “Sorry, what?”
“Eighty thousand,” he repeated evenly. “We want Victor to have real choices. Top schools. No loans.”
Tanner squeezed my hand under the table, relief on his face. But Victor just stared at his plate, frozen.
“That’s… incredibly generous,” I said. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Lenore replied, with her familiar tight smile. “He’s our only grandson. We want to invest in his future.”
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