New York City, Green Garden Sanatorium. It was a fairly well-known sanatorium in New York, not because of its excellent conditions or luxurious facilities, but because it was an entirely charitable institution.
This proved that there were still good people in the world, people willing to use their surplus assets to give back to society. Of course, there was another saying: How do you hide ten million us dollars earned illegally? Donate one hundred thousand to charity. But there was an even more baffling theory: this was a place where good deeds came to fruition, and most people who worked here would go to Heaven after death, so certain demons from Hell watched over it.
As for how the people behind this charitable sanatorium operated, who cared? At least, the people living here did not.
The place took in many homeless and solitary elderly people. Among them was one particularly unusual man. Slightly plump and fairly well dressed, his full head of white hair and bushy white beard accentuated his dignified, noble bearing. He also wore a golden eyepatch.
He did not look like a homeless vagrant who had wandered the streets at all, but rather like a tycoon who had once controlled vast assets. His presence in this sanatorium seemed somewhat abrupt, though it was nothing particularly strange.
It was not that hard to understand for a tycoon to have his assets liquidated overnight and leave with nothing, after all. This was the United States, where capital competition had always been cruel and ruthless. Another possibility was that he had developed dementia, gotten lost after wandering out, and could not find his way home. His wife and children might have considered him a burden and deliberately refused to take him back in order to better control the massive assets