Chapter 147 A Message To

Her Mom

On his third night in Blathe and after a dinner with his business partners, Eric sensed something amiss as he

exited the restaurant.

He began to feel faint and unstable on his feet.

“Mr. Flynn!” Phillips quickly came to his help. “We can’t put this off any longer! Let’s get you to a hospital. There’s nothing pressing now anyway, right?”

“Alright.”

Acknowledging Phillips‘ suggestion, Eric had no objections. His commitments at home were complete with the supplier issues sorted.

As Phillips assisted him into the car, Eric’s struggle to stay conscious intensified, his head spinning and throat

searing.

At the hospital.

“Mr. Flynn, please hold on here while I handle everything else.”

“Okay.”

Being in a strange country posed certain challenges for foreigners seeking medical care.

Waiting in the lobby for Phillips, Eric took a seat. His robust health usually served him well, and after resting for a bit, he started to feel slightly better.

Adjacent to the lobby was an activity room enclosed with clear glass walls.

From his seat, Eric could see inside. The evening hour left the room sparsely populated, occupied only by a few

children.

Eric’s attention was captured by a child with ear–length hair and large, expressive eyes that peeked out from beneath her bangs. She was irresistibly cute.

He couldn’t help but watch her.

Unaware of the attention, Joy positioned herself in front of a whiteboard, her fingers meticulously twisting the cap of a water–based marker.

“Hey! Give it to me!”

Suddenly, a girl darted over and yanked the marker from Joy’s grasp.

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Joy’s body stiffened slightly as she looked at the girl with hopeful eyes, attempting to negotiate. “I had it first.”

“Is that so?” The girl cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, it’s mine now.”

She then questioned Joy, “You wanted to draw?”

“Yes,” Joy responded with a nod, her voice filled with hope that the girl would relent. “Could I please have it

back?”

“This marker?”

The girl looked over at two boys nearby, and then playfully threw the marker up into the air.

“Catch it!” the girl exclaimed.

scrambling after

echoed

“Keep throwing it!”

marker back and forth, reveling in their game.

mounted, her cheeks ballooned in anger, and tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced her displeasure, saying, “What

on deaf ears; the three paid her no

one of

responded with

The laughter continued.

Blathe. Without any adults to defend her, she felt

tears glistening in her large

echoed through the room as the

Joy’s gaze met with a tall, striking man

the marker, offering his hand with a mild smile. “Could you hand

added, “If not, maybe we should visit the nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children, all donned

you go!” The boy, now eager to avoid any trouble, hurled the marker skyward. Eric caught

with a shared look, the children bolted from the

marker in hand, finally turned to

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as she looked at the girl with hopeful eyes,

girl cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, it’s mine

then questioned Joy, “You

with hope that the girl would relent. “Could I

back?”

“This marker?”

looked over at two boys nearby, and then playfully

it!” the

scrambling after the soaring marker.

echoed around.

“Keep throwing it!”

toss the marker back and forth, reveling in their game.

ballooned in anger, and tears welled up in

on deaf ears; the three paid her

of the children pointed out.

she is,” another responded with a laugh. “What a crybaby!”

The laughter continued.

Blathe. Without any adults to defend her, she felt

glistening in

room

a tall, striking man

clutching the marker, offering his hand with a mild smile. “Could you hand over the

should visit the nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children, all donned in hospital gowns, grew

eager to avoid any trouble, hurled the marker skyward.

and with a shared

hand, finally

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she was, barely coming

her level. “Here you go,” he said, offering the marker to

as she gently took the marker, her voice soft and grateful. “Thank

lifted an eyebrow and smiled gently. “Do you

from Srixby, not Blathe,” Joy responded.

Srixby?

more, and upon scrutinizing

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