Noah walked out to the other side of the corridor and saw Emily waiting there. Vincent was at the window in front of the corridor, holding a cigarette. He turned his head slightly to look at the corridor. His look was resolute, his eyes were cold, and his facial features outlined a handsome poker face.
“I asked Harold to give the portrait to Christy.” Emily opened her mouth and took out a card from her pocket. “There’s a million here. It’s good that Branden will be convicted, and it’s even better to catch the rest of his accomplices. But if any of them is at large, you guys should move to another place soon. Right now, I don’t have much energy to ask people to get you a house. You are on your own.”
Noah accepted the card and thanked her.
Seeing the black cloth on Emily’s arm, he thought for a moment and hugged her, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
In his eyes, Emily was a little girl who was several years younger than Christy. However, she was more mature than an ordinary girl, and at the same time, calmer than her peers. Also, Christy said that she could feel her, but Noah did not discover that. But he agreed with Christy that Emily had stories. Perhaps she had been hurt. She might be at a loss, wander in the darkness, and struggle to fight against death.
But at this moment, the girl standing in front of him was clean and pure. Her face was fair, and she was beautiful.
He hoped everything would go well for her in the future.
After bidding farewell to Emily, Noah returned to the ward door with the card. As soon as he opened the door, he heard Lili crying inside, followed by Ferne’s voice.
“Just as you heard, I have someone I like.”
Noah loosened his fingers and stepped back. None of them found his existence. He slowly backed off.
However, he heard Ferne’s words of “she rejected me”.
Noah went to the smoking area to smoke a cigarette. When he returned to the ward, there was no sound inside. Lili had packed her bags and left. Jonny was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Seeing Noah coming, he stood up and shook hands with Noah. He then took out his business card to exchange it with Noah’s.
Ferne was embarrassed. “Dad! That’s my friend. Will you not exchange business cards every time you see my friend?”
Jonny suddenly said, “Oh, he’s your friend. I thought he was the boss of your partner.”
Ferne was speechless.
He looked at Noah again. He looked quite like a business owner.
Noah was dressed in casual clothes today. He was dressed in dark blue. He had a good shape and looked stylish in everything he wore. In addition to his resolute face, he gave off a unique aura when he walked in. No wonder Jonny thought that he was a boss like the outsiders did.
As soon as Noah entered, Ferne chased Jonny away. “Go home. My friend is here. There’s no need for you to stay here. You should go home and rest as you’re old.”
Jonny looked at Noah and said, “Is it good to let your friend take care of you?”
The words ‘take care of’ were spoken by Jonny, and for some reason, its meaning changed in Ferne’s view. His ears suddenly turned red. He stared at Jonny and said, “Take care of? He’ll be leaving soon. I don’t need a caregiver. Go home. I have doctors and nurses here and I don’t need anything else.”
Jonny walked away but constantly turned his head, “I’d better ask your mother.”
“There’s no need to ask. Hurry up and go home. Tell mom not to come.” Ferne waved his hand.
Jonny hesitated and took out his phone, pretending to call.
Noah looked at Ferne and said to Jonny, “Go home. I’ll take care of him.”
Jonny looked at his phone and then at Noah. Finally, he put down his phone and nodded. When he reached the door, he said, “Thank you, young man.”
As soon as the door closed, Ferne anxiously asked, “Hey, why didn’t you bring anything when you came to see me? Where’s the chicken soup? At least bring a piece of meat.”
Noah glanced at him. “The doctor said that you can’t eat meat. Just hold back.”
Ferne stared at him. “So, when I can have meat, you’ll cook for me?”
“Don’t you have parents? Why me?” Noah found a chair and sat down. Seeing a fruit knife on the table, he picked up an apple and peeled it.
“Look at you. It is different. My parents do it because I am their son. You are different. If you do it, it means…” It was on the tip of Ferne’s tongue. If he saw Noah as his buddy, wouldn’t it be a bit inhumane if he did that to him?
“What does it mean?” Noah didn’t stop peeling, and the apple peel was beautiful.
Ferne coughed softly and stared at the apple in his hand. “For me?” He asked.
He thought that Noah wouldn’t agree. However, Noah cut a small, thumb-sized piece and wanted to hand it over with the knife. After thinking for a while, he placed it on his fingertips and sent it to Ferne’s mouth.
The moment Ferne opened his mouth, Noah threw the tiny piece in.
Actually, Ferne didn’t feel any taste, but he just felt that it was sweet, so sweet that he couldn’t help grinning.
