chapter 1285


    "Rest well, Frank," said Charmine. "We’ll go out tomorrow and help sort out your operation and


    treatments." "Alright. Thank you." "No problem.”


    Charmine walked out of the room and went to the men''s room for Anthony.


    Anthony walked out, and when he saw her appeased expression, his eyes softened. "You seem


    happy."


    Charmine ced her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Frank has agreed to do the


    operation!" she chirped.


    Anthony''s eyes were riddled with uncertainty as he met her gaze gently." That''s good." "Yeah."


    Charmine released herself from embracing him and held his hands instead as she said, "Have you


    heard back from William’s mother?" "She’s still considering it," replied Anthony softly. "It should be


    fine."


    Charmine''s eyes brightened. "Frank will be saved!"


    Anthony ruffled her head with a solemn gaze. "Are you happy?" "Of course I am!"


    Charmine never liked self-destructing people, so when she saw the person sheforted get back up


    on his feet, she was pleased. 1


    Charmine then left to pack up her belongings. Anthony, on the other hand, watched her leave as his


    gaze grew dull.


    He walked to the tree and made a phone call. The other end picked up quickly as an elegantdy''s


    voice was heard, "Mr. Bailey, have you made up your mind?"


    Anthony asked, "Does the operation have a hundred percent sess rate?"


    Jenny smiled coldly. "Of course."


    The image of Charmine’s face shed past his mind, and his eyes grew darker than before.


    A few secondster, he conceded, "I agree. Arrange for the operation soon."


    Jenny raised an eyebrow. "You’re so generous, Mr. Bailey. You''d agree to such a dangerous procedure


    for your woman."


    Anthony, not wanting to speak anymore, hung up and returned to his room. He thought of the side


    effects Jenny mentioned, and he felt heavier than usual.


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    Frank was teaching Charmine the final lesson in the pavilion.


    After she managed to convince Frank, she realized what it meant to continue living on, and it made her


    feel much lighter. She was no longer caught up with the matter between Anthony and Faye as she


    focused entirely. Her every stroke wasplete and concentrated.


    As the bristles touched the paper, butterflies starteding her way.


    Some perched on her fingers, some stopped on her shoulder, and some answered to hermand.


    She had mastered the skills, and she was good at it. i


    To solve the problem of not having enough butterflies in the city, she even tried to write on every corner


    of the bamboo forest. Whether it was in the mountains, at the front yard, backyard, or even the rooms,


    butterflies would flutter her way the moment her brushnded. It was as though enticed by pollen; they


    all came!


    It was as if Frank saw it all happen, thus he was pleased when he dered, "You’ve mastered it,


    Charmine."


    Charmine nodded. "Thank you for teaching me."


    Frank smiled gently. "You''re wee." "You’d better start packing, Frank. We''re going out tomorrow,"


    reminded Charmine.


    "Okay."


    After Charmine left, Frank thought of herpetition. He turned back to the backyard.


    He took out the writing equipment he had collected for a long while and started preparing the ink.


    Charmine, meanwhile, walked to the men''s room to look for Anthony. Nial told her that he was not


    around.


    She paused for a moment and went back out to the field before she found Anthony atst, smoking as


    his eyes looked in a far-away direction.


    He seemed rather lonely.


    Charmine walked to him. "Why are you here alone?"