Chapter 214
After finishing her thought, Susie tumed to me, her eyes sparkling with hope, “Felicia, do you think there’s a way?”
I paused, unsure of how to respond
There was a possible solution, but if Emest himself was wary of taking such risks, should I encourage it?
If things went well, great, but if they didn’t, not only would Ernest never forgive me – which was the least of my concems – but it could
crush him.
“Felicia, you’re out of ideas too, huh?” Susie misinterpreted my silence as a sign of hopelessness.
Her eyelids drooped, and her face was etched with indescribable disappointment. “Even my brother hesitates because the stakes are too high. I know my situation doesn’t inspire confidence in anyone.”
After sighing heavily, she looked up at me, forcing a bright smile.
It wasn’t that she was fickle; she simply didn’t want her mood to dampen mine.
“It’s okay, sis. I’m actually very happy and content. ril live however long I’m destined to live. Who knows, maybe I’ll end up living to a hundred,” she joked.
Her words, meant to comfort, only weighed heavier on my heart.
I couldn’t stand to see such a bright young woman lose hope. So, I cheered her up. “You know, I have a friend who’s a doctor. She studied abroad and now works in obstetrics. But she’s connected to a network of medical experts, including some who specialize in cardiology.”
“Really?” Susie’s face lit up with hope.
“Yes, really, I came here wanting to understand your condition better, and I’m thinking of asking for their advice,” I admitted, my words carrying a mix of reassurance and determination,
1 was aware of the risks, but Susie’s desire for a healthier life was palpable.
Living wasn’t enough for her, she yearned for a life filled with quality and adventure.
Despite the seemingly idyllic life she led, hidden away from the hustle and bustle, she longed for the world beyond her secluded paradise.
She wished to hike, surf, bike across vast landscapes, and share moments of joy with loved ones
But her heart condition limited her, confining her to a life of solitude, despite the apparent freedom.
Her collection of dewdrops was not just a hobby; it was a testament to her loneliness and unspoken regrets.
“Really? Thank you, sis,” she said, raising her teacup in gratitude.
“Absolutely, I confirmed, bringing a ray of hope into Susie’s life and filling her with immense joy.
After finishing our tea, Susie led me into the house and showed me to Ernest’s room, “Felicia, you can stay in my brother’s um. See I’ve cleaned it up nicely for you”
The room was indeed clean, with a lovely view of the garden and landscape from the window.
I set down my luggage and began to explore the room, noticing several photographs on the wall.
“These are pictures of my parents when they were young. I don’t really remember them, Susie explained as I examined the photos reminiscent of those in my own home.
In one, a young Emest and Susie were held by their parents, a snapshot of happier times before their father’s departure.
Trying to shift the mood, I looked at another photo, a candid shot of a boy carrying a girl on his back.
“Is that your brother carrying you?” I asked, curious.
Susie chuckled, “Nope, that’s him carrying his.. she suddenly stopped, realizing she might have said too much.
But it wasn’t hard for me to guess the sentiment behind the photo, “He’s carrying his first love, isn’t he?!”
