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...
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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
cout, the sky was gloomy, and the air was filled with sadness.
Nine in the morning, Charity Medical Center.
Tristan and Monica cto 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 tfor 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 nof the new
friend you're going to introduceto? Where do they live?"
Monica told him, "The welfare home, Eason, do you know what a welfare his?"
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 shomeless
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 hlike 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.
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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.
Just after a lesson, the children listened attentively to the teacher telling a story -
"The little ant asked, tellquickly, 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!