Chapter 89 Saving Old lady Abbott
Magnus was actually only a year older than Ophelia. Living in this bustling city, it was tough for people like them with no significant background to make it big.
He had been working at a small law firm for three years but remained a nobody, never even getting the chance to handle a case on his own.
Magnus was squeezed by his boss, eternally an assistant—doing the most grunt work, earning the least pay, and never getting a shot at the limelight.
Tall and lean with striking features, Magnus had bought a used car just to get by. With rent and vehicle expenses, he couldn't save money, let alone dream of buying a house in the city.
Seeing the smile on Ophelia's face was enough for him. Lacking money, power, and influence, he could only offer her these modest gifts.
He had feelings for Ophelia, yet he knew she was out of his league.
Leaving Ophelia's house around midnight, Magnus was still full of hope for the future.
At 26, he believed he had a chance at a better life, and when that time came, he would be able to give Ophelia everything she deserved.
The news about Magnus finding his relatives had sparked hope in Ophelia as well.
That night, she tossed and turned in bed, picturing what her own parents might look like.
She dreamed of her mother—a face that was blurry, as indistinct as the short-haired, wise-looking Ms. Parks from her dream.
Waking up, Ophelia noticed it was already morning, 7 a.m. The winter in A City was chilly, and the sky outside still dark.
The dream, she thought, must have been influenced by her frequent encounters with Ms. Parks.
After getting ready for the day, Ophelia grabbed a quick breakfast on her way to the subway—a sandwich—and ate it before joining the rush hour flood into her workday.
Arriving at the office building, Ophelia ran into Sybil and was taken aback. "Sybil, what are you doing here?" she asked.
Sybil chuckled, "Looks like we'll be colleagues from now on. I've just joined Parks Corporation too."
"Really?" Ophelia expressed her surprise, "Which department?"
"Sales," Sybil replied. "I just finished my orientation. We'll catch up when there's a chance."
Ophelia didn't have time to ask more. She had been with the company for several months and hadn't heard of any recent hiring. How had Sybil managed to get in?
When Ophelia returned to her desk and later went to deliver documents to the chairman's office, she saw Dovie, clad in a sharp business suit, handling a phone call with decisive authority, hinting at the vigorous way she must have conducted herself in her younger days.
Dovie was a legend in the business world, and that was true for her past and present.
Ophelia found herself drifting off into thought, reminded of the dream she had the previous night, featuring her mother, who bore a resemblance to Dovie.
Dovie noticed Ophelia lingering, "Ophelia, just set the documents down."
"Oh, sure." Ophelia placed the papers down, collected her thoughts, and stepped out again.
Just outside the office, the assistant director from the neighboring office happened to step out and stopped Ophelia, "Ophelia, can you please see Mr. Louis off?"
"Sure." Ophelia approached Mr. Louis, "Mr. Louis, right this way, please."
Ophelia was the company's go-to person, always bustling wherever needed.
After see Mr. Louis off downstairs and seeing him off, she was about to head back when she noticed a crowd gathered not too far away. Curiosity got the best of her, and she moved closer to see what was happening. There, an elderly woman sat on the ground, with no one willing to help her up.
It was old lady Abbott, though Ophelia didn't recognize her. The old lady looked around helplessly, hoping someone would offer a hand, but everyone around remained indifferent.
Feeling a pang of compassion, Ophelia approached.
A passerby warned, "Young lady, don't bother helping. Be careful not to get scammed. The person who bumped into this old lady just ran off."
Scams involving the elderly had become so common that people were afraid to offer assistance.
"It's all right, there are CCTV cameras, and so many witnesses around," Ophelia said, and despite the risks, she helped the old woman up - her kind-hearted nature wouldn't let her do otherwise.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" Ophelia helped the elderly woman up with concern. "Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"
Old lady Abbott had indeed been struck, or more accurately, had fallen while trying to dodge a motorized scooter and couldn’t stand up due to an injury to her foot.
Suffering from dementia, old lady Abbott didn’t think to call her family.
"You're such a kind soul, young lady," Old lady Abbott said pitifully. "My leg hurts."
"Then I'll take you to the hospital!" Ophelia took out her phone to record. "Ma'am, I want to be clear. I’m helping you get to the hospital. I didn’t hit you. We should get this straight right now."
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