Chapter 465 Mrs Hadey
Josie nodded, a whirlwind of emotions raging within her, making it hard to put her feelings into words. She felt a sense of guilt towards Henry.
“Alright, no need to stand on ceremony around me. Come on in, and let’s talk,” Henry’s expression turned serious. Turning around, he murmured softly to Josie, “Take care on your way.”
Everyone entered the hall, where light and shadow danced in harmony. Josie turned and began descending the mountain, wondering why Yanis had come to the old mansion. Did he come looking for a favor from Grandpa?
This neighborhood boasted upscale villas with well-lit streets. Though peaceful, it held no danger.
Josie slowly descended the mountain, and from this viewpoint, she could behold the breathtaking night view of the entire city.
“Is anyone there…?”
Suddenly, a weak and hoarse voice came through. Josie’s footsteps halted, thinking that she had misheard.
“Hello, here… I’m here…” It was the voice of a woman who seemed to have spotted Josie.
“Where are you?” Josie followed the voice, cautiously approaching.
“Here…”
It was in a thicket of bushes, and indeed, a person was lying motionless on the ground. Josie hurried forward, brushing aside the branches and holding the woman’s hand, “Come, let me help you up. How did you end up here?”
It was a middle-aged woman dressed in clothing resembling the robes of a devoted follower of a Western religious tradition. She had taken good care of herself, with almost no visible wrinkles on her face.
“I sprained my foot.” Josie pulled her out and helped her sit on the ground. Her hands were injured with minor cuts.
Josie crouched down and inspected her injury, “Wait here for a moment. My car is just below, and I have some ointment for superficial injury. I’ll go get it.”
“Ah, alright. Thank you, Madam.”
Josie swiftly fetched the ointment and came back, gently applying it to the woman’s wounds. She overheard the woman confessing with a hint of embarrassment, “I live by myself here. I tend to take nighttime strolls as a habit. Today, my hare brain led to a sprained foot. It could’ve been a real disaster if it weren’t for
you.”
Josie was surprised and looked at her, “Oh? You live alone?”
“Yes, I enjoy the tranquility here for my religious practice.”
“No wonder you carry such a unique energy.” Josie smiled and inquired, “Let me send you back then? You should inform your family so they can send someone to care for you.
The woman briefly expressed her gratitude, “My daughter will be visiting tomorrow.”
Josie poured alcohol onto her palm, warming it up before gently applying it to the woman’s ankle, applying gentle pressure. It had a noticeable effect.
“Not many young girls these days have the practical life skills and general knowledge you possess, she commented.
“It’s because I’m used to handling things independently, which has given me some experience,” Josie smiled and glanced upwards.
The streetlamp illuminated her face, allowing the woman to see her clearly. The woman furrowed her brow slightly, appearing puzzled. “Ma’am, I’m familiar with all the neighboring households, but I haven’t seen you before. Which family do you come from?”
Josie paused for a moment. “Actually, I don’t belong to any family here.”
The woman nodded understandingly, wanting to say something but refrained from asking.
Josie supported her as they walked back. Fortunately, the church was nearby, and they reached it quickly.
While waiting for her to change, Josie stood outside the sanctuary. Inside, there was a majestic cross radiating a serene aura. Josie was an atheist, wondering if people could truly find what they sought.
“Ma’am, how should I address you?” the woman came out dressed in regular clothes, looking gentle and composed.
“My name is Josie.”
“Josic, then you can call me Mrs. Hadey.” Mrs. Hadey handed her a blessed pouch. “Hang it in your car for protection. It has been blessed by the priest. Thank you for being so helpful today.”
Josie swiftly fetched the ointment and came back, gently applying it to the woman’s wounds. She overheard the woman confessing with a hint of embarrassment, “I live by myself here. I tend to take nighttime strolls as a habit. Today, my hare brain led to a sprained foot. It could’ve been a real disaster if it weren’t for you.”
Josie was surprised and looked at her, “Oh? You live alone?”
“Yes, I enjoy the tranquility here for my religious practice.”
“No wonder you carry such a unique energy,” Josie smiled and inquired, “Let me send you back then? You should inform your family so they can send someone to care for you.”
The woman briefly expressed her gratitude, “My daughter will be visiting tomorrow.”
Josie poured alcohol onto her palm, warming it up before gently applying it to the woman’s ankle, applying gentle pressure. It had a noticeable effect.
“Not many young girls these days have the practical life skills and general knowledge you possess,” she commented.
“It’s because I’m used to handling things independently, which has given me some experience,” Josie smiled and glanced upwards.
The streetlamp illuminated her face, allowing the woman to see her clearly. The woman furrowed her brow slightly, appearing puzzled. “Ma’am, I’m familiar with all the neighboring households, but I haven’t seen you before. Which family do you come from?”
Josie paused for a moment. “Actually, I don’t belong to any family here.”
The woman nodded understandingly, wanting to say something but refrained from asking.
Josie supported her as they walked back. Fortunately, the church was nearby, and they reached it quickly.
While waiting for her to change, Josie stood outside the sanctuary. Inside, there was a majestic cross radiating a serene aura. Josie was an atheist, wondering if people could truly find what they sought.
“Ma’am, how should I address you?” the woman came out dressed in regular clothes, looking gentle and composed.
“My name is Josie.”
“Josie, then you can call me Mrs. Hadey.” Mrs. Hadey handed her a blessed pouch. “Hang it in your car for protection. It has been blessed by the priest. Thank you for being so helpful today.”
