Female Novel
Chapter 1451: The Situation At The Welfare Home
Chapter 1451: The Situation at the Welfare Home
Violet was deeply self-blaming, a mist rising in her eyes. A gust of cold wind blew, rustling the hem of
her black 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, "Claire is still missing, and
the salvage team is still continuing their work. If you are there in spirit, please let Claire appear."
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 minutes later, Albert took his wife's hand, and they left in
sorrow. Today, the sun did not come 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 playing 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 play 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 Monica laid out the language cards, Eason blinked his black 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 blankly, he did not know, and had never heard of it.
So, she patiently explained, "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 becoming noble in his mind.
In the southern suburbs, a regular old two-story building shaped like the number 7, the yard was
enclosed by a wall, and a large iron gate was locked.
In the spacious and old classroom 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.novelbin
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 glass 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 glass cup."
Jack Adams's voice was deep and magnetic, and the story was very touching. The children listened
very seriously, and the classroom erupted with enthusiastic applause!