Chapter 100

Garcia's POV I went to the school again today. Not unusual. I visited regularly. It was my school, after all—built on land my family owned, run with the fortune I had taken over more than a decade ago. When I was young, I had nothing. I grew up in a slum, barely surviving day by day. I used to watch other kids walk to school in clean uniforms, lunchboxes in hand, and wonder what that life felt like. I wanted to learn. I wanted a future. But life didn't offer me one. I dropped out before I even finished high school. No money. No options. Just hunger and the cold certainty that no one was coming to help. That memory never left me. So when the money came, when I had more than I ever dreamed of, I built this school. I made it affordable. I made scholarships automatic. I made sure no one had to drop out just because they couldn't pay. That was the promise I made to myself. And I kept it. But today… it wasn't just about funding or checking in with the principal. I wanted to see Zane. I knew