Sandra and Ricardo had not noticed the car until now. Their faces paled, realizing the influence and power Jonathan held in the community. “Oh, Mr. Bennett,” Sandra stammered, attempting to mask her earlier harshness with a façade of concern. “This is just a misunderstanding. The girl…”

Jonathan raised a hand to silence her. “I heard enough. Forcing children into the street is not how misunderstandings are resolved.” His gaze shifted to Sofía, his expression softening. “And you, little one, why are you out here with your brothers?”

Sofía, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, looked up at him. “They’re sick, sir. They needed a bit more milk. I didn’t mean to take more… but they’re so hungry.”