“But while I was hammering nails, I was studying at night.
I learned to design, took a license, and now… I am the owner of CV Construction Corp.”
“We build the homes of the rich… including yours.”
Carlo took out a key and handed it to Bea.
“The reason I went to your house yesterday was not to eat,” Carlo said while looking at Bea.
“It was to ask for Bea’s hand in marriage. I want her to live here. As the queen of this house.”
Bea’s parents turned pale with shame. They remembered how they made the man who owned the very land they were standing on eat from a plastic plate.
Donya Remedios knelt, crying.
“Son… please forgive us. We were blinded by pride.”
Carlo helped the Donya stand up.
“Please don’t kneel. A person’s knees are only for church… not for asking forgiveness from a fellow person.”
“My only request is… the next time I visit… I hope I can eat inside.”
“Not because I am rich… but because I love your daughter.”
Bea hugged Carlo tightly. While her parents learned that true wealth is not measured by appearance or job—
but by the size of a person’s dreams and the purity of their heart.