“I found it… in my husband’s old jacket after he died.”

The entire bank grew even quieter.

The cashier checked the account again.

Then her face turned pale.

“This account… belongs to Michael Carter.”

One of the police officers suddenly froze.

Michael Carter was the mysterious billionaire who had disappeared three years ago.

Everyone in the bank stared at the homeless woman.

The officer slowly asked:

“…What was your husband’s name?”

The woman whispered:

“Michael.”

The officer’s voice trembled.

“Ma’am… your husband wasn’t homeless.”

He paused.

“He owned half the companies in this city.”

The little girl looked around the silent bank and smiled.

“Mom… does that mean we can finally go home?”