Violet was deeply self-ming, a mist rising in her eyes. A gust of cold wind blew, rustling the hem of her ck trench coat, but unable to dispel the sorrow in her heart. The couple spoke words of regret in front of the tombstone, and finally, it was Albert who spoke through his pain, “ire is still missing, and the salvage team is still continuing their work. If you are there in spirit, please let ire appear.”This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Violet said, “If possible, send us a dream, so we can bring her home.” Her voice trembled slightly, and tears swirled in her eyes. The winter wind continued to blow chillily.


    “Even if she is already dead, please let her body appear. Don’t let her soak in the cold water, it’s going to snow soon, and the water will be cold,” Albert tearfully said, “Let us give her a ceremony, let her rest in peace.”


    What answered him was a long silence…


    After a while, the couple bowed again. Two minutester, Albert took his wife’s hand, and they left in sorrow. Today, the sun did note out, the sky was gloomy, and the air was filled with sadness.


    Nine in the morning, Charity Medical Center.


    Tristan and Monica came to see Eason, as they had promised him yesterday. At this time, Zack and Tristan were discussing work in the room, while Monica was ying poker with Eason by his bed, as it was not yet time for his drip.


    “Monica, I’m quite good at this,” Eason told her happily, “I y by myself when I’m bored.”


    “Eason is really great.” Monica also felt that he had made progress during this time, he had been trying very hard.


    As Monicaid out thenguage cards, Eason blinked his ck eyes curiously, and asked, “Sister, what’s the name of the new friend you’re going to introduce me to? Where do they live?”


    Monica told him, “The welfare home, Eason, do you know what a welfare home is?”


    The little guy shook his head nkly, he did not know, and had never heard of it.


    So, she patiently exined, “In the welfare home, there is a Mr. Adams who is very kind-hearted. He has adopted some homeless children, raised them from a young age, named them, arranged their food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, and taught them knowledge. Mr. Adams is a doctor, he has read many, many books…”


    She told Eason about the welfare home like a story, introducing the kind and lovely children there…


    And he listened very seriously, the image of Mr. Adams suddenly bing noble in his mind.


    In the southern suburbs, a regr old two-story building shaped like the number 7, the yard was enclosed by a wall, and arge iron gate was locked.


    In the spacious and old ssroom on the second floor, 11 children sat scattered at their desks, their backs straight, their small hands resting on the brand-new desks, looking up at the man teaching.


    Just after a lesson, the children listened attentively to the teacher telling a story –


    “The little ant asked, tell me quickly, how did you climb out? The ant outside the ss bottle replied, the closer to the end, the more difficult it is.”


    “But it is during the most difficult times that we must not lose faith. Persist, persist, and persist again, and we can achieve victory.”


    “The little ant was inspired and encouraged, no longer afraid of being smashed to death, but bravely climbed up and finally climbed out of the ss cup.”


    Jack Adams’s voice was deep and maic, and the story was very touching. The children listened very seriously, and the ssroom erupted with enthusiastic apuse!