My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 302: The Grand Plan (3)

Cammy stepped back into the admin building, her nose instantly catching the mouthwatering aroma wafting through the hallway. Her stomach growled in protest, reminding her that it had been far too long since breakfast—and even longer since she’d tasted Ric’s heavenly cooking.

Ever since her hospital stay, her cravings had taken a life of their own. And lately, it seemed like her baby had developed a particular fondness for Ric’s food.

She chuckled to herself, placing a gentle hand on her growing bump. "You’ve got quite the taste, huh? I guess you really love Uncle Ric’s cooking."

Still smiling, she wandered through the halls in search of the others, following the tantalizing scent like a cartoon character drifting after a pie on a windowsill. She found them deep in discussion on the second-floor hallway.

"Food’s here!" Cammy called out with a grin, her voice echoing with excitement.

That got everyone’s attention.

"Oh, thank goodness! Let’s pick this up again after lunch," Lia said quickly, practically bouncing on her toes. She threw a mischievous glance at Jenna and added, "I’m not just excited for the food, you know—I’m also excited about who brought it!"

She nudged Jenna playfully in the ribs. Jenna flushed instantly, turning a delicate shade of pink that only made Lia giggle more.

The group made their way to the admin lounge where a mini feast had already been laid out by Hanna, Roger, and Ric. The long table was lined with trays of vibrant, aromatic dishes—each one a mouthwatering masterpiece.

Cammy clapped her hands together with delight. "Everyone, meet the man behind this delicious spread—Ricardo Rossi."

Ric gave them all a warm, boyish grin and waved with both hands like a celebrity greeting adoring fans. "Hi, everyone. I hope you’re hungry!"

The moment he spoke, Sister Olivia’s eyes widened as she scanned the table.

"My goodness," she whispered. "He’s even more handsome in person... and clearly very talented!" Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the glorious food.

The whole room burst into laughter at the nun’s cheeky observation.

Cammy took over introductions, going around the room one by one. When she finally got to Jenna, the room seemed to pause for just a second.

Ric extended a hand to her, his smile still relaxed and genuine. But Jenna, caught off guard and halfway stunned, stood frozen for a beat too long. Her hand finally moved toward his in slow motion.

Still, Ric didn’t seem to notice the delay—he shook her hand with casual ease, then turned back to the room.

"Well, everything’s still warm and ready to eat," he announced. "So please, dig in before I start eating everything myself!"

Everyone laughed again and hurried toward the table, the scent of roasted herbs, rich sauces, and freshly baked bread too tempting to resist.

"Are we heading straight to the kitchen and dining hall after this?" Sarah asked between bites, clearly savoring every spoonful of Ric’s heavenly cooking.

Cammy, who was also enjoying her meal, gently set down her fork and shook her head with a thoughtful smile. "Actually, I was thinking we should swing by the school building next."

She sat up straighter, her eyes gleaming with energy as she began to share her thoughts. "Since the kids here follow a specialized homeschool curriculum, I was thinking... why not level it up? Let’s include life skills and trade classes.

Things like basic culinary arts, small-scale farming, carpentry, sewing, fashion design, web development, even coding and graphic design. The world is evolving, and we need to equip these kids with real, practical skills that will help them stand strong on their own."

"Wow," Lia said under her breath, clearly impressed.

Cammy continued with growing passion, "A lot of these kids don’t end up getting adopted. It’s a heartbreaking truth. So instead of just waiting for a miracle, why not prepare them for the real world early?

I did some research last night and guess what? Labor laws allow teens to start working at fourteen with minimal hours, of course. So we can start guiding them gradually."

Sister Olivia leaned in, intrigued. "And what exactly do you have in mind, Cammy?"

That was her cue. Cammy lit up like a sparkler. She reached into her pocket and pulled out several neatly folded sheets of paper.

"Okay, so... last night, while I was wide awake and Greg was pretending to listen to me—kidding, he was actually very helpful, I came up with this idea for a fundraiser." Her eyes sparkled as she spread out the papers on the table.

"I’m planning to sew kids’ clothes, something cute, wearable, and affordable, and then sell them at that fundraiser event. The best part? The kids will model the clothes themselves!"

A few gasps of delight rose from the group, but Cammy wasn’t done yet.

"And then this morning, on the drive here, I had another idea," she said, her voice lifting with excitement. "Why not let the kids create things—art, crafts, accessories, whatever they’re passionate about—and sell them, too? It can be small at first, like handmade notebooks or plant pots or bracelets... but enough to teach them how to earn and manage their own money."

She paused, looking at everyone.

"I don’t want to turn them into little entrepreneurs just for the sake of it. I want to teach them value. How to save. How to spend wisely. How to appreciate the fruits of their labor.

Some of that money they earn? It could go into a savings account for college, or to help them start a life when they’re old enough to leave the orphanage."

Jenna leaned forward, completely hooked. "Wait, can they legally do that?"

Cammy nodded. "Yes! According to what I found, even kids under fourteen can sell items they’ve made as a hobby or through art.

So why not create an official store? Online, maybe even a small retail kiosk in the mall? The older teens can manage the sales and get real-world experience along the way."

As Cammy finished, she looked around and realized the table had gone quiet. Everyone was staring at her, not with doubt or concern, but with awe.

She blinked. "Wait... is it too much? Too ambitious? Be honest, do you think the kids will find it overwhelming?" noveldrama

Sister Olivia was the first to react. She clapped her hands together, her eyes misting over with emotion. "Cammy, that is not just a beautiful idea, it’s inspiring.

It’s like you reached into my heart and pulled out a dream I had once, long ago... one I buried after the chaos of managing this place took over."

She wiped a tear away, then beamed. "But now? With you here, with this renewed hope and energy, there is no better time to bring it back to life. Let’s do it."

The room erupted with a wave of joyful murmurs and nods. Sarah looked like she wanted to jump up and hug her. Jenna was already scribbling notes. Lia was grinning like Christmas had come early.

Cammy, a little overwhelmed but deeply moved, let out a breathy laugh. "Okay then... it’s official. Let’s build a future for these kids, one beautiful project at a time."