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.
the boys, scrambling after
laughter echoed around.
“Keep throwing it!”
continued to toss the marker back and forth, reveling in their game.
anger, and tears welled up in her large eyes.
deaf ears; the three paid her no heed.
one of the children pointed out.
responded with a laugh. “What a crybaby!”
The laughter continued.
up, Joy often felt the sting of discrimination in Blathe. Without any adults to defend her, she felt particularly vulnerable and isolated.
tears glistening
A voice echoed through the room as the door swung
a tall,
child clutching the marker, offering his hand with a mild smile. “Could you hand over
coax, he added, “If not, maybe we should visit the nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children, all donned in hospital gowns, grew anxious at the suggestion of involving a
to avoid any trouble, hurled
shared look, the children bolted from
in hand, finally turned to Joy. “Here-”
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the girl with hopeful eyes, attempting to negotiate.
eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, it’s mine now.”
then questioned Joy, “You
her voice filled with hope that
back?”
“This marker?”
girl looked over at two boys nearby, and then playfully
the girl
said the boys, scrambling
echoed
“Keep throwing it!”
marker back and forth, reveling in their game.
ballooned in anger, and tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced her displeasure, saying, “What you’re doing is
protest fell on deaf ears; the three
she’s crying!” one of the children pointed out.
Oh, she is,” another responded with a
The laughter continued.
often felt the sting of discrimination in Blathe. Without any adults
remained still, tears glistening in
the room
with a tall, striking man stepping into
his hand with a mild smile.
nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children, all
trouble, hurled the marker skyward. Eric caught it without
and with a shared look, the children bolted
hand, finally turned to Joy.
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then just how tiny she was, barely coming up to his knee.
he crouched to her level. “Here you go,” he said, offering the marker to
widened as she gently took the marker, her voice
lifted an eyebrow and smiled gently. “Do you live
Srixby, not Blathe,”
Srixby?
even more, and upon scrutinizing
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