Philanthrope

As soon as the door was opened, two shabbily dressed men with the haggard faces of beggars appeared.

"Sorry, looking for who?" Emmett asked immediately.

Instead of answering, the two men knelt, grabbing Emmett's leg, making him startle and pull away.

"Help us. We haven't had anything to eat for three days. Please give us some food. Benefactor, help us!"

"Our meeting is fate. We believe that you are a good person who can help us. Please give us some food, benefactor!"

Emmett furrowed his brow in displeasure, not because of their words but because of his actions. Fortunately, this villa was located at the end and in a secluded place, so there were no passers-by. "Get up, don't act like this!"

One of the men raised his head. "Are you going to give us some food?"

"Get up first!" Emmett insisted that they end the action. But he didn't move forward to help them either.

"Benefactor! We didn't intend to do anything. We just want to ask for some food. Help us!" The man who had just spoken lowe