NovelEnglishChapter 1472: A Kind of Love Called Love for the Whole Family
Despite the snowy weather, Tristan's driving skills were still excellent.
"Brother, are we almost there?" Eason looked through the car window at the children near the entrance of the large courtyard in
the distance. Were they his new friends?
"We're almost there, just up ahead," Tristan glanced back at him, gently instructing, "Eason, you should take the initiative to greet
them."
Sitting next to Monica, holding the bag of gifts in his hand, Eason felt a bit nervous. He feared strangers.
One who had been alone and ostracized for a long tcould easily develop social phobia. This was the legacy his biological
mother and sister had left him. He had tried so hard to please them, but received not a shred of warmth in return.
The Maybach slowly rolled into the yard of the orphanage. The children excitedly clapped their hands to make way, "They're here!
They've finally arrived!"
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The car cto a stop and the doors opened. Tristan and Monica were the first to get out.
"Monica!"
"Monica, long tno see!"
"Good morning, Monica!"
The children were extremely enthusiastic, each one joyfully hopping and jumping around. Even the children with mobility issues
had happy smiles on their rosy faces.
"Hello, children. Green, Lili, Joy, Kay, Mino... Hey, you all!" Monica warmly greeted them, "Today I'm introducing a new friend to
you!"
Although she didn't visit often, she still video-called frequently to encourage the children, so she remembered their names.
The children were very excited! They loved new faces.
Monica turned around and led Eason out of the car. The pure white snowflakes fell on their shoulders and hair, fluttering about.
At this time, Jack Adams also cout of the house. When he looked at Tristan, his face was full of grateful smiles.
"Hello, Mr. Adams." Monica shielded Eason in her arms, closed the car door, and held his little hand, "Letintroduce you. This is
Tristan, my friend, and this is Mr. Jack Adams."
"Hello, Mr. Adams." Tristan had heard about his deeds and admired him greatly.
"Hello, Mr. Tristan, thank you for coming all this way!" Jack Adams was wearing a black woolen coat with a raised collar. His mental
state and inner cultivation made Tristan feel this man was infinitely charming, despite his age.
"Eason, come, say hello to Uncle Adams." Monica squatted down next to Eason, held his small shoulder, and patiently guided him.
She had already explained Eason's situation to Jack Adams over the phone.
Jack Adams squatted down, kindly looking at the special little boy in front of him, giving him an encouraging look, patiently waiting
for him to speak.
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Eason was afraid of strangers. He met Jack Adams's gaze, gripping Monica's hand tightly. After a long time, he finally uttered a soft,
"Mr. Adams."
His voice was very small, but because it was quiet all around and all eyes were on him, Jack Adams heard him clearly.
"Hello, Eason!" Jack Adams was delighted, he kindly patted his little head, "Eason is great!" Then he looked at the bag Eason was
holding, "Is this... a gift?"
The children of the orphanage lined up behind Mr. Adams, tall and short, quietly watching Eason.
They all knew about his situation and today they were to make friends with him, to play with him, and to help him blend into their
group.
"Eason, sister will introduce you now. You have to listen carefully, and then give your new friends the gifts, okay?" Monica patiently
guided him.
Because of her love for Tristan, she also loved Eason as if he were part of the shousehold.
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