Chapitre 4: Questions and Answers
Ethan sat at the kitchen table, his hands folded so tightly they might as well have been trying to hold a secret.
The silence in the room wasn't the peaceful kind—it had weight, like a thunderstorm holding its breath.
Across from him, his father, Aaron, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed not in defiance but in that peculiar way people do when bracing themselves for something uncomfortable, as though folding themselves up could somehow make them smaller targets for truth.
"Ethan," Aaron said, at last, his voice low and measured, "where did this money come from?"
Elise added quickly, her voice gentler but no less urgent, "Yes, Ethan. We need you to be honest with us. This is a significant amount of money."
Ethan swallowed, though it felt more like trying to shift a rock than anything helpful. He'd known this moment was coming, had even rehearsed it in his mind as if that might somehow soften the blow.
But, as he now realized, knowing a storm is coming does nothing to stop the rain.
His family had been balancing on a financial tightrope for what felt like ages, and the sudden appearance of money—substantial, unmistakable money—wasn't the sort of thing anyone in their situation could ignore.
If money was a gift, it was the sort that came wrapped in barbed wire.
"Ethan," Aaron said again, his tone steady but edged with something sharper.
His eyes narrowed, the way a man might squint at a coin to see if it's counterfeit. "Did you know how much it was? This isn't pocket change—it's what we'd make in a few months."
Elise nodded, her face pale with worry. "Ethan," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "you didn't borrow this, did you? Please tell us you haven't gotten involved with loan sharks or something illegal."
"No, Mom," Ethan said quickly, shaking his head, his words tumbling out before she could imagine worse. "It's nothing like that. I didn't borrow it. It's… it's from the university."
Aaron's brow furrowed deeply at that, his confusion plain. "From the university?" he repeated, leaning forward slightly. "You're telling me the part-time tutoring job pays that much?"
"No, not the tutoring," Ethan said, trying to keep his tone even. He could feel their skepticism thickening the air around him, but he pressed on. "It's payment for a project. A big project."
Aaron and Elise exchanged a look, the kind that parents reserve for moments when neither wants to be the first to voice their doubts. Elise finally set the phone down, though her hands still trembled slightly.
Aaron's voice grew firmer now, carrying the quiet authority of a father who had weathered too many storms to let this moment pass without answers.
"Ethan," he said, his tone both probing and patient, "what kind of project is this exactly? You can't expect us to believe that a few shifts at the shop or some tutoring could earn you—what, ten thousand dollars? Overnight?"
Ethan forced himself to hold his father's gaze. Aaron's eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to be searching for cracks in his son's resolve.
"It's related to the faculty," Ethan said at last, choosing his words with the utmost care. "The computer science department, to be precise."
His parents waited in silence, their eyes fixed on him with a mixture of expectation and unease. The moment stretched, and for the first time in a long while, Ethan felt the weight of their trust resting squarely on his shoulders.
"They needed my help," he began, his voice measured, "with a project—a new digital portal for the faculty's library."
At this, his parents' expressions softened ever so slightly. Ethan was known for his diligence and skill; he had always been a top student, the sort who could be relied upon in a pinch.
The idea of the university entrusting him with a significant task wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, and he could see their guarded skepticism beginning to waver.
Elise still looked concerned—her brow furrowed, her hands clasped tightly in front of her—but the sharp edge of her worry seemed to dull.
Aaron, meanwhile, sat back slightly, though his arms remained crossed, his brow furrowed as he weighed Ethan's words.
Ethan pressed on, sensing a glimmer of belief-forming. "You know I'm good at coding and programming," he said, his voice more confident now. "I've done freelance work in the past, but this project is a much bigger deal."
Elise tilted her head, her anxiety shifting into something more like curiosity. "But why would they pay you so much?" she asked, her tone still cautious. "And why choose you over a professional company?"
Ethan drew a steady breath, and the rehearsed story was coming smoothly now. "The faculty needed a custom portal for managing digital resources more efficiently," he explained. "Hiring an agency would have cost them a fortune. They thought it made more sense to ask someone... they could do it cheaper, and they already trusted."
"I see…" Aaron said slowly, raising an eyebrow as he considered Ethan's words. "So, instead of contracting a professional firm, they approached you? A student?"
Ethan nodded, his resolve hardening. "Exactly. They knew an external agency would cost them tens or hundreds of thousands more. They offered me the job as a way to save money—and I agreed to do it for about ten percent of what they'd normally pay."
Aaron stroked his chin thoughtfully, his skepticism giving way to contemplation. "So, the faculty is paying you over ten thousand dollars for this project?" he asked, his voice tinged with incredulity.
"Actually... More than that," Ethan confirmed, keeping his tone steady. "They needed it done urgently, and since I've been working closely with the tech team on campus, they believed I was capable of delivering. I even requested a portion of the payment upfront to get started."
Elise's expression softened further, though a trace of unease lingered in her eyes. "But Ethan," she said gently, "ten thousand dollars for a university project still seems… excessive, doesn't it?"
Ethan shrugged, attempting a sort of casual indifference that didn't quite fit.
"Honestly, that's what I thought at first," he said, though his tone carried the faintest tremor like a violin string plucked just a little too hard. "But when you compare it to what they'd have paid an external company, it actually makes sense."
"And how much would an agency have charged?" Elise asked, her voice still laced with doubt.
She was leaning forward now, her worry shifting into the kind of intense questioning that only a mother could master. "Just so we're clear."
Ethan met her gaze steadily. "The agencies they looked into charge anywhere from eighty to over a hundred thousand dollars for a project like this," he said. "So paying me just over ten grand is actually a huge saving for them."
Ethan could see it plainly—his father's doubt was still there, etched into the tight line of his mouth and the furrow of his brow. Yet alongside it, something else was beginning to take shape: the faintest flicker of acceptance, like a candle struggling to catch in the wind.
Aaron wanted to believe his son, but the numbers seemed too large, too improbable.
"And they've already sent you the money?" Aaron asked, at last, his tone low and even, though his fingers tapped lightly against the table—a small, restless motion that betrayed his unease.
"Yes," Ethan replied, his voice firm but calm. "I only spotted it late last night when I got to my room," Ethan said, rubbing the back of his neck as if the memory still caught him off guard. "I requested an advance, and they agreed without hesitation. Honestly, I didn't think it would turn up so fast—but, well, they seem keen to dive in headfirst."
Aaron leaned back slightly, his skepticism loosening but not yet gone. Nearby, Elise had been standing with the phone still in her hand as though the screen itself might somehow hold more answers.
Slowly, she crossed the room and sank into the chair opposite Ethan, her movements careful and deliberate, as though she feared sitting too quickly might disturb the fragile moment.
"Ethan," she began, her voice softer now, laced with both gratitude and worry. "Are you certain this is… all right? You know we're grateful—more than grateful—but it's such a lot of money. And with school on top of everything else, don't you think this might be too much for you to handle?"
For a moment, Ethan hesitated. Not because he doubted himself but because he could see the weight of his mother's concern as plainly as the sun shining through the kitchen window. But he couldn't let that weight settle on her any longer.
"Mom," he said with a quiet confidence that surprised even himself, "I promise, I can manage this. I've been doing similar work for years now, even during my high school days. This project will not only help me financially but also in my studies. It's a win-win."
Aaron let out a long, slow breath, the kind of sigh that seemed to carry the strain of months, maybe years, of worry. "Do you really think you can manage a project of this size?" he asked, his voice gentler now but still probing.
Then, after a pause, he added, "And what about the money? What you've already given us—it's generous, but are you sure it won't leave you short?"
Ethan's lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. "I've already done most of the planning," he replied, leaning forward slightly. "Coding is the easy part for me. Honestly, the hardest part is convincing you both that I've got this," he added with a small laugh, his tone light but sincere.
For a moment, neither of his parents spoke. Elise's fingers, once knotted together as if bracing for impact, slowly loosened and came to rest gently on the table.
Across from her, Aaron stroked his chin, his expression shifting, the sharpness in his gaze giving way to something quieter, almost reflective.
The silence between them no longer carried the brittle edge of tension.
Instead, it hung in the air like the soft stillness of a twilight hour—a pause not of certainty but of quiet acknowledgment, as if the pieces of an unseen puzzle were beginning, however clumsily, to find their place.
And for Ethan, that was enough.
Ethan met his parents' eyes with a look of quiet determination, softened by affection. "And besides," he said gently, "I really want to be of help to you guys. This is not a burden—it's something I want to do."
Aaron said nothing. He simply looked at his son, his expression unreadable, as though weighing the words against the long years of struggle they had all endured together.
Then, slowly, he nodded. "Alright," he said, at last, his voice low but steady. "I'll trust your judgment. Thank you, Ethan."
Well, the words sounded simple. But they carried something that Ethan could heavily feel in his chest. He could not describe the relief he felt that washed over him in a wave so powerful he almost sighed aloud.
He had done it—he had reassured them, at least for now.
Elise, still sitting close to him, reached out and took his hand. Her grip was firm but warm, the kind of touch that could carry both gratitude and worry at once.
She managed a small, trembling smile. "We trust you," she said softly. "But, Ethan, if it ever becomes too much, you have to tell us. Promise me. We don't want you carrying more than you can handle."
"I promise," Ethan replied, his voice steady.
But even as he spoke, his mind was already racing. The promise wasn't false—he meant it at the moment—but deep down, he knew the real challenge ahead wasn't the project or even his parents' concerns.
It was the system. The incredible, unexplainable system that had placed unimaginable power in his hands.
The thought was exhilarating, almost dizzying. Yet he forced himself to stay composed.
For now, there were no systems, no billion-dollar questions—just his family and the quiet relief beginning to settle over them like the first rays of sunlight after a storm.
Aaron stretched and yawned as he stood, his weariness seeming lighter somehow, like a man who had finally been allowed to set down a heavy load. "Well," he said with a small, contented smile, "this changes everything for us. I guess I don't need to go job hunting today."
Ethan chuckled, the sound light and unrestrained. "Nope," he said with a grin. "I've got us covered for a while."
Elise's face softened further, and for the first time in what felt like years, she let out a small laugh, the sound bright and fragile, like the first chirp of a bird in spring.
"Thank you so much, Ethan," she said, her voice filled with warmth. Aaron nodded his agreement, his hand resting briefly on his son's shoulder—a silent gesture of gratitude and pride.
The three of them shared a look that needed no words. For the first time in longer than any of them cared to admit, they felt something close to peace.
The weight of years of financial strain, of quiet desperation and sleepless nights, had finally lifted. And all it had taken was a single transfer of money—a simple act that, in its own quiet way, had reshaped everything.
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