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.
boys, scrambling after the soaring
laughter echoed
“Keep throwing it!”
the marker back
tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced
protest fell on deaf ears; the three paid her
one of the children
Oh, she is,” another responded with a laugh. “What
The laughter continued.
sting of discrimination in Blathe. Without any
tears glistening in her large
voice echoed through the room
turning, Joy’s gaze met with a tall, striking man stepping into the room.
the marker, offering his hand with a
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
eager to avoid any trouble, hurled the marker skyward.
he said, and with a shared look,
marker in hand, finally
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slightly as she looked at the girl with hopeful
an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, it’s mine
then questioned Joy, “You wanted to
hope that the
back?”
“This marker?”
and then playfully threw the
it!” the girl exclaimed.
said the boys, scrambling after the soaring marker.
echoed around.
“Keep throwing it!”
continued to toss the marker back
tears welled up in her large eyes.
the
she’s crying!” one of
is,” another responded with a
The laughter continued.
sting of discrimination in Blathe. Without any adults to defend her, she felt particularly
remained still, tears glistening in
echoed through the room as the door swung open.
gaze met with a tall, striking man
with a
we should visit the nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children, all donned in hospital gowns, grew
any trouble, hurled the
shared look, the children
finally turned to Joy. “Here—”
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then just how tiny she was, barely coming up to his knee.
level. “Here you
the marker,
intrigued, lifted an eyebrow and smiled gently. “Do you
from Srixby, not Blathe,” Joy responded.
Srixby?
Eric’s interest even more, and upon scrutinizing her a
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