Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Wren didn't say anything more and turned to leave, carrying her files.
As Stella left the company, she ran into Larry Bard.
He had become a security guard, responsible for company security and occasionally helping park cars.
When Stella saw him, he was frowning at his phone.
He looked up alertly as someone approached, meeting Stella's indifferent gaze.
Larry was taken aback and awkwardly greeted her, "Ms.
Hall." Stella responded, "They transferred you here?" Larry nodded.
Stella said nothing more.
She didn't ask if he was adapting well or if he was doing a good job.
As Keegan had advised, she had to let go of the urge to help others; everyone has their own fate, and she had done all she
could.
She waited with her hands in her coat pockets for Samuel Herston to bring the car from the underground parking lot.
Larry stood nearby, fidgeting with his fingers.
After a while, he mustered the courage to approach her.
"Ms.
Hall, this is a drawing my son made.
He asked me to give it to you." Stella hesitated, then turned to see Larry holding a clean envelope with both hands, offering it to
her.
She pursed her lips and didn't move.
Samuel pulled up in the car.
Larry, afraid she wouldn't take it, hastily said, "Ms.

Hall, I made a mistake, and I accept my punishment.
But this is from my child.
He really liked the box of chocolates you gave him for his birthday.
It was his first birthday present, and he cherished it for a long time.
So he drew this picture to express his gratitude.
He's very good at drawing; he's even won awards.
Ms.
Hall..." Samuel opened the car door and gently called, "Ms.
Hall, let's go." Stella glanced at Larry's pale face, reached out, and took the envelope.
"Thank him for me," she said softly.
Without waiting for Larry's response, she turned and got into the car.
As the car drove away, Stella picked up the envelope.
It was a clean, elegant light green envelope with "To Sister Stella" written in pen.
The handwriting was still immature, but it showed potential for improvement with time.
She opened the envelope and found a folded piece of drawing paper inside.
When she unfolded it, she was momentarily stunned.
It was a painting of a river at night, grand and imposing.
Stella had studied painting that featured nature.
After a few months of practice, she could easily paint shrimp or orchids.

But a night scene like this, without any instruction, would be difficult for a teenager to achieve such a level unless they were
exceptionally talented.
Moreover, the paper and paint used weren't cheap.
Larry, who was urgently saving for his son's cochlear implant, must have been cutting back on other expenses.
A child who could paint nature art so well likely didn't come from an ordinary family.