Chapter 82 The children's singing voices
Finally, the song "I Am Who I Am" concluded, leaving the rooftop bathed in a radiant glow.
The scene fell silent.
Everyone's chests heaved, hearts stirred and restless.
Children panted, tears welling in their eyes.
No one dared to applaud, afraid to shatter the moment of reverie.
It felt like more than just a song; it was a strike on the soul, leaving everyone in awe.
Paul, he really was Paul! There was no need for explanations; his voice conquered everyone instantly.
People rejoiced that their trip to Oceanview District was not ruined by the fake Paul.
In the dilapidated three-story building, Gary lay slanted on the sofa, listening to the song "I Am Who I Am." He was inexplicably moved. He knew Elbert and the children's story all too well, feeling their hardship and hope deeply.
This song also resonated with Gary, who had journeyed from confusion to clarity. He smiled with relief, raised his whiskey toward the rooftop, and said, "Kid, keep it up!"
On the scene, Mary and Susan clasped their hands on their chests, hoping Paul would turn around and let them see his face.
They were not alone; everyone shared this hope. But out of respect, no one stepped forward.
Lori took out a ballpoint pen from her pocket but didn't click it. She stared intently at the figure on the rooftop, her heart flustered.
The piano was from her home. The figure—it was Paul. And he resembled Elbert! It seemed that Elbert was indeed Paul, but she still couldn't believe it.
'Could Elbert really be Paul? Could the man admired by everyone be the same man who saved me three years ago? If so, how am I supposed to face him?' she pondered.
Under the quiet night sky, everyone had different thoughts.
Finally, a deep, magnetic voice came from the rooftop.
"This is a free hospital dedicated to treating patients who can't afford medical care. This is also home to suffering children who are homeless after being persecuted. This place is both highly concerning and ignored by people because of the indifference of human nature, and it is also concerning because there are still kind-hearted people offering help and warmth."
The voice continued, "Today, I appear here to thank those with goodwill in their hearts. At the same time, I want to call on everyone to start from the heart and live with kindness!"
The figure's calm tone struck directly at the heart. The audience's gaze shifted to the dilapidated three-story building.
Through the windows, they saw hospital beds and children with big, watery eyes on a shabby stage, some disabled.
Everyone imagined the children were likely kidnapped, crippled by criminals, and forced to beg. The audience's hearts ached. This hospital was full of love. The few chalk words on the background wall read, "Thank you, Miss Brown."
"Singing God Paul, you have a great love in your heart. You didn't sing for money, but you appeared and sang for charity! We will donate to help the hospital and support Miss Brown!" someone shouted, resonating with everyone.
People wanted to donate, adopt children, volunteer, and support Miss Brown. Many hands make light work; everything would change from then on.
The figure on the rooftop smiled, saying, "I believe in the goodness of human nature and the innate strength of the human heart! I, Paul, am asking everyone to stick to their true selves, for within every heart lies immense strength. Act with all your might, and have no regrets!"
The figure slowly stood, raised a hand, and a glowing object flew toward someone in the crowd. Lori instinctively caught it.
The figure spoke again, "To Miss Brown, I give you these words: Just follow your heart, regardless of the future!"
Then, the figure disappeared, and all eyes turned to Lori.
"Is she Miss Brown?"
"Seems like she's the third miss of the FutureTech Group!"
"She's so kind? Donating to help children?"
"The FutureTech Group is lucky to have such an excellent successor!"
They kept praising Lori.
"You know Paul? Paul gave you something! Quickly, see what it is?" Mary and Susan exclaimed.
Lori, dazed, opened her palm. Inside was a bead threaded with a black string, glowing faintly like a star.
"Lori, I'm so envious of you. Paul gave you a gift; it's a pearl!" Susan said.
Lori, too shocked to speak, finally said, "This is not a pearl. It's called the Eye of Eternity."
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