“My mother’s in here!” – The boy’s cries made the billionaire tremble as he checked, and he immediately called the police.

Late one afternoon at the end of the month in Mumbai, the city lights up, the skyscrapers illuminating the sky. In a bustling neighborhood, where the headquarters of Aarav Kapoor – a famous billionaire with a massive fortune – is located, he had just left the building after a long meeting. The middle-aged man, impeccably dressed in an expensive suit, simply thought of returning to his luxurious villa after a stressful day.

But as soon as he stepped out of the large glass door, he heard a muffled sob. It wasn’t the whining of a child asking for candy, but a desperate, heartbreaking cry. He frowned and looked around, spotting a boy of about seven or eight years old, his clothes dirty, his face pale with cold, shivering beside a public trash can.

Mr. Kapoor, usually unconcerned with gossip, was drawn to the boy’s terrified and pained expression. He approached him. “What’s wrong? Lost your parents?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with curiosity.

The boy looked up, his eyes red and trembling, and stammered, “Mom… Mom is in… this trash can!”

That innocent statement sent a chill down the billionaire’s spine. Mr. Kapoor thought the boy was talking nonsense out of fear, but the desperate look in his eyes was anything but. “In the trash can?” he repeated, then hesitantly looked at the dark blue metal bin.

His hands trembled as he opened the lid. A pungent stench assaulted him, but instantly, he froze: inside lay a woman motionless, her face pale, her body bruised, her breath weak and on the verge of death.

Mr. Kapoor was stunned, goosebumps rising all over his body. The little boy burst into tears, clinging to his father’s arm:

“Uncle, please save my mother! They beat her and left her here… she’s going to die!”

In an instant, Mr. Kapoor’s heart, usually cold and detached from business, trembled violently. Without thinking, he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed 100 (India’s emergency number), his voice shaking with urgency:
“Hello, emergency! A woman has been assaulted and abandoned in a trash can right in front of the Aarav Kapoor Group headquarters. Hurry, she’s in critical condition!”

Less than ten minutes later, police cars and ambulances arrived with sirens blaring. A curious crowd gathered, murmuring and discussing the situation. Medical personnel quickly pulled the woman out of the trash can, examined her, and transferred her directly to the ambulance.

The boy still clung tightly to Mr. Kapoor’s hand, his eyes filled with fear as if letting go would cause the world to collapse. He bent down, his voice hoarse:

“Don’t worry, your mother will be saved.”

The police approached and questioned them. Mr. Kapoor recounted everything he had witnessed. The boy, sobbing, mumbled that his mother had been attacked and dragged away by a group of debt collectors. He then chased after them and saw them throw her into this trash can.

Hearing this, Mr. Kapoor felt a lump in his throat. He came from a poor background, and had witnessed his mother’s hardships in his childhood, but he never imagined he would one day witness such a heartbreaking scene, right in this bustling city.

That night, Mr. Kapoor couldn’t return to his villa as planned. He followed the ambulance to the hospital and waited with the boy outside the emergency room. Time dragged on, the red light on the operating room door flickering, causing the boy to occasionally sob.

About three hours later, the doctor came out, removed his mask, and breathed a sigh of relief:

“Luckily, we arrived in time. Although the mother suffered serious injuries, she is out of danger.”

The boy burst into tears, kneeling down to thank them. Mr. Kapoor stood beside him, feeling relieved, yet strangely troubled. He realized that there are moments in life more important than money – life, motherhood, humanity.

The next day, the news was reported: “Billionaire Aarav Kapoor saves mother and child from trash can with timely action.” The whole city was shaken, filled with both sorrow and outrage at the heartless crime.

But for Mr. Kapoor, what he would remember most wasn’t the fame, but the boy’s eyes when he heard the doctor’s news: eyes full of hope, teary but sparkling.

From that day on, Mr. Kapoor frequently visited the mother and child in the hospital. He supported their treatment costs and asked the police to investigate and find the perpetrator. Gradually, he came to see the boy not only as a child in need of help, but also as a reflection of his own childhood – a boy who once longed for a protective hand.

Perhaps, the innocent cry, “My mother is in the trash can!” not only saved a life, but also awakened the deepest humanity in the heart of a billionaire who seemed to have been buried by money and fame.