So I'm John Lawrence's son

Third person, pov.

The courtroom was cold and sterile. Jack sat rigidly, his hands clenched in his lap. The judge's voice droned, legal jargon flooding through him. He barely registered the words, his mind replaying memories of his mother, both good and bad. Then he heard them: "…emancipated minor…" He wasn't a child anymore. A wave of something he couldn't name washed over him. It wasn't relief, exactly. More like…finality. He was truly alone now, responsible for himself in every way. He looked down at the papers the lawyer had handed him—the legal documents that proved he was an adult in the eyes of the law. He gripped them tightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He was ready.

So, finally I'm an adult by right, I can get my driver's license and I can do adult things... What do I have to do now that I'm alone in this world?...!!!! I know. 

So, a few hours after I got the papers the judge had written for me and signed them, as well as the papers from the lawyers regarding the money I had inherited, I went to the bank with my lawyer to withdraw $1 million. I was going to help some friends of mine who I hadn't seen in a while. It was the least I could do for the people who had kept me alive for years.

 So after some time, we finally arrived at our destination, a gutter near San Diego, where I live now by the way. My mother was born in California, when her parents found out she was pregnant, she was sent away, so she came to San Diego where she met John Lawrence, with a small hope of finding my "Father", but that turned out to be a stupidity, a few years after my birth she found out that my "Father" lived in Los Angeles, but she never went after him, her motivation behind this choice I have no idea, she didn't tell me...

 A few moments later I told the driver to stop the car 

Third person Pov"

The car came to an abrupt stop, jarring Jack from his thoughts. The gutter, cold and damp as he remembered it, stretched out ahead. The smell of garbage and hopelessness was familiar, but now he saw it with new eyes. He was no longer the skinny, scared kid begging for change. He was Jack Sullivan, a man with a million dollars in his pocket and a mission to change the lives of those who helped him survive.

He got out of the car, wearing simple but good quality clothes, so as not to scare his friends. He walked along the gutter, observing the faces—the same faces and figures—who had fed him, protected him, and taught him to be strong. Their hearts beat faster as they recognized him.

"Jack? Is that really you?" a hoarse voice asked.

Jack smiled, a mix of emotion and nostalgia washing over him. "It's me, Bob. Long time no see!" Jack said with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

Bob, a middle-aged man with gray hair and tired eyes, hugged Jack tightly. "You've grown up, kid. You're different."

"And you're still the same," Jack joked, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

Then came the others: Maria, a young woman with a radiant smile and an indomitable spirit; Lucas, a strong, kind man with a heart of gold. Everyone hugged him, happy to see him again.

"I never forgot you," Jack said, his voice breaking. "You were my family when I had nothing."

"We never forgot you either, Jack," Maria replied. "You're one of us."

Jack then told him about the inheritance, about his new life. His friends listened to him attentively, surprised and grateful, grateful that Jack would not go through the hardships they were going through in their lives, their faces were full of kindness, pure happiness for the boy who was once a child and is almost a son to all of them...

"I want to help you," Jack said with conviction. "I want you to have a chance at a better life."

His friends hesitated awkwardly. "We don't need your charity, Jack," Lucas said. "We can handle it ourselves."

"I know you do," Jack replied. "But I want to repay you for what you did for me. I want you to have the opportunity to fulfill your dreams."

His friends looked at each other, thrilled. They knew Jack was serious.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Maria.

Jack smiled. "I have a plan."

And so Jack told them what he wanted to do and began to change his friends' lives, one step at a time. He rented them houses, helped them find jobs, encouraged them to study. He used his fortune to give them the opportunities they never had.

They, in turn, felt grateful and happy to have Jack back in their lives. They knew he was a true friend, someone who truly cared about them.

Jack's life changed forever. He was no longer just a street kid. He was a man with a purpose: to help those who had helped him become who he was.

And that was just the beginning of his journey...