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.
said the boys, scrambling after the
echoed around.
“Keep throwing it!”
marker back and forth, reveling in
in anger, and tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced her displeasure, saying, “What
the three paid
crying!” one of the children
another responded with a laugh. “What
The laughter continued.
up, Joy often felt the sting of discrimination in Blathe. Without any adults to defend her, she felt particularly vulnerable and
tears glistening in her large eyes.
through the room as the door
turning, Joy’s gaze met with a tall, striking man stepping into
hand with a mild smile.
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
trouble, hurled the marker skyward. Eric caught it without
go,” he said, and with a shared
hand, finally turned to Joy.
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with hopeful eyes, attempting to negotiate. “I had it
The girl cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, it’s mine now.”
“You wanted to draw?”
responded with a nod, her voice filled with hope that the girl would relent. “Could I please
back?”
“This marker?”
boys nearby, and then playfully threw the
it!” the
scrambling
laughter echoed
“Keep throwing it!”
continued to toss the marker back and
tears welled up in her large eyes. She voiced
deaf ears; the three paid her no heed.
of
another responded with a laugh. “What a
The laughter continued.
discrimination in Blathe. Without
remained still, tears glistening in her large eyes.
through the room as the
a tall, striking man stepping into the
approached the child clutching the marker, offering his hand with a mild
visit the nurse’s station? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” The children, all donned in hospital gowns, grew anxious at
avoid any trouble, hurled the marker skyward. Eric caught it without a hitch.
shared look, the children bolted from
marker in hand, finally turned to Joy. “Here—”
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realized then just how tiny she was, barely coming
a slight hesitation, he crouched to her level. “Here you go,” he said,
as she gently took the marker, her voice soft and grateful. “Thank
gently. “Do you live around here? You
not Blathe,”
Srixby?
piqued Eric’s interest even more, and upon scrutinizing her a bit more, he believed
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