His brows lifted. “Now?”
“Yes, please. I’ve been reviewing your financial history more closely. Some of your debt isn’t from recklessness. It’s medical bills and failed contracts from clients who didn’t pay you.”
“You fulfilled the condition.”
He nodded. “I tried to keep the company afloat.”
“You made mistakes. But I can help you with a restructuring plan. We’ll consolidate your high-interest balances into one manageable payment. I’ll personally oversee your financial rehabilitation. If you follow this plan for a year, your credit score will recover significantly.”
He stared at me. “You’d do that?”
“For Lily. And because I believe in accountability followed by growth.”
“You made mistakes.”
His composure finally broke. Tears spilled down his face.
“I don’t deserve this,” he said in a strained voice.
“Maybe not before, but now you do,” I replied softly. “Especially for your daughter.”
“May I?”
I understood what he meant. I nodded.
We hugged.
“I don’t deserve this.”
It wasn’t the kind of hug that erased the past, but the type that acknowledged it.
When he pulled back, his shoulders looked lighter. “I won’t waste this.”
“I know.”
