My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 296: Cammy’s Project (2)

Sister Olivia took Cammy’s hand in both of hers. "Sarah told me about your plan. I believe it’s a gift from above. So, I’m officially relieving you of your kitchen duties for the day. I think you have a much more important mission now."

Cammy smiled in relief. "Thank you. I was actually hoping to tour the grounds again. I want to take in every detail so I can speak clearly with the architect I plan to hire. I want to create something that works with the children’s routines and needs—not just something that looks good."

She turned to Sarah and took her arm. "And I’ll need your help. You know the ins and outs of their daily activities better than anyone. If we’re going to do this right, I need to know what the kids need most—from spaces for learning to safe play areas, even where the light hits best during nap time."

Sister Olivia nodded with approval. "Absolutely. If Sarah is willing, I think the two of you will make a formidable team."

Sarah gave a small laugh and stepped forward, her eyes glinting with quiet determination. "Willing? I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Even if I had a thousand other things to do, I’d drop them all. These children are my priority. Always."

Cammy and Sarah began their tour at the front entrance of the orphanage, flanked by the faded archway that once gleamed with pride but now bore the dullness of time. The paint had peeled away, the signage barely legible. Cammy ran her fingers along the rough surface, her throat tightening.

"This gate..." she murmured. "It’s the first thing the children and visitors see when they arrive. It should welcome them, not remind them of everything they’ve lost."

Sarah nodded quietly beside her. "Many of the little ones cry the first time they step through here. They think they’ve been abandoned all over again."

Cammy turned away from the gate, her eyes already scanning the grounds. "We’ll change that. A new facade, a fresh sign, a path lined with flowers and light... a place that feels like hope, not punishment."

They moved toward the dormitories next. The hallway was dark, and the lighting flickered above them like a weary heartbeat. The rooms were cramped—too many beds pushed together, not enough space for books, toys, or even a sense of privacy.

"This is where the older girls sleep," Sarah explained. "Some of the beds are so old, we’ve repaired them with wire and cardboard underneath the mattress."

Cammy’s eyes filled with tears as she stepped closer. A tiny pair of shoes sat neatly beside one of the beds, worn at the heels, the soles almost flat. "No child should be living like this."

"We need more rooms, new beds, and new furniture. I think ten double-deck beds should be enough for a room this size, and not more than that. There should be a designated cabinet for each child, too."

Cammy looked around and asked Sarah, "Is there a library on the property?"

Sarah shook her head. "That is something we never had before."

Cammy turned to Hanna. "Please add the library to the list. I think that’s more efficient than having desks for each child. We’ll add a lot of books and computers in the library so children can study together too."

They entered a classroom next, where time had clearly stood still. The blackboard was cracked, some desks had missing legs and leaned precariously, and the only shelf was half-collapsed under the weight of tattered books.

Cammy bent down, picking up a notebook from the floor. It had a child’s name written in faint pencil, and inside were drawings—flowers, stick figures, a smiling sun. She traced the page with her fingers.

"There’s still joy here," she whispered. "Even in all this. And that means it’s worth fighting for."

Sarah put a hand on her shoulder. "We try our best, but there’s only so much we can do. Donations have dwindled. Volunteers come and go. Sometimes... it feels like the world has forgotten us."

Cammy stood and turned to her, fire in her eyes. "Well, I haven’t. I’m here now. And we are going to rebuild this place, Sarah. From the floorboards to the rooftops. Not just with money, but with love. With dignity. These children will know they matter."

She added, "We need to modernize the classroom, and Cross Tech has the things we need. I’ll talk to my husband about it."

They continued, checking bathrooms with broken tiles, a kitchen with an almost unusable stove, and a playroom where toys were kept in a single torn bin.

As instructed by Cammy, Hanna made notes in her phone, took voice memos, and asked Sarah dozens of questions.

Later, as they stepped outside to the empty, weed-choked yard that was meant to be a playground, the sunlight broke through the clouds.

"Sarah, if you don’t mind me asking. Besides the donations, in what other ways does the orphanage get money?" Cammy asked curiously.

"That’s it. We have no other funding," Sarah replied hesitantly.

"I see. You know what, I have an idea. We can actually assign tasks to the children to reduce the cost of their living expenses. Some things that are taught in home economics can be useful and can be done by anyone. What do you think?" Cammy asked Sarah.

"But, wouldn’t that be counted as child labor?"

"Not really. Think of it as a homestead. The kids will be given age-appropriate tasks to help run the orphanage smoothly. We can do a partnering system, and they can work in the garden, kitchen, classroom, etc.

Think of it like the old times, were family members had roles to fulfil in order to run their homestead properly. This way, we will need fewer volunteers, less funding, and the children will also gain valuable life skills."

Sarah’s eyes lit up, already imagining Cammye’s suggestion in action.

"This could be a paradise," Cammy said, shielding her eyes as she imagined it. "Slides, swings, a garden where they can plant flowers or vegetables... A safe haven where laughter echoes."

Sarah stood beside her, silent for a moment. Then she whispered, "You’re not just changing this place... you’re changing lives."

Cammy looked up at the old orphanage building, its weary frame still standing strong. "So did they," she said, her voice cracking. "The moment they let me into their world... they changed mine."noveldrama