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

echoed

“Keep throwing it!”

toss the marker back and forth, reveling

anger, and tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced her displeasure, saying,

deaf ears; the three paid her no

she’s crying!” one of the children pointed

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

The laughter continued.

discrimination in Blathe. Without any

glistening in her

through the room as the door swung

Joy’s gaze met with a tall,

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

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

trouble, hurled the marker

he said, and with a shared look, the children bolted from the

in hand, finally turned

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stiffened slightly as she looked at the girl with hopeful eyes, attempting to negotiate. “I

eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, it’s

then questioned Joy, “You wanted

voice filled with hope that the

back?”

“This marker?”

it!” the girl

boys, scrambling after the soaring marker.

echoed around.

“Keep throwing it!”

toss the marker back and forth,

and tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced her displeasure, saying,

on deaf ears; the three paid

one of the children pointed out.

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

The laughter continued.

in Blathe. Without any adults to defend her, she felt particularly

glistening in her large

the room

tall, striking man

the marker, offering his hand with a mild smile. “Could you hand over the marker, please?”

should visit the nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children,

to avoid any trouble,

he said, and with a shared

marker in hand, finally

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then just how tiny she was, barely coming up to his

level. “Here you go,” he said,

as she gently took the marker,

an eyebrow and smiled gently. “Do you live around

from Srixby, not

Srixby?

Eric’s interest even more, and upon scrutinizing her a bit more, he believed

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