Chapter 113 Save Her Please
He chuckled softly, glancing at Judson with a teasing look.
"You finally ready to indulge, buddy?" he teased, thinking of the dream girl Judson always had his eye on.
"Got bored of your dream girl, didn't you? No thrill left?" he prodded.
Judson gave him a cool glance.
"I never went there," he retorted coldly, still annoyed at the embarrassing scene that Eula had witnessed—all thanks to Hugo's tomfoolery.
Raising his glass, Hugo took a sip with him, "Judson, I'm concerned about your health. It's important to stay active, even in intimate aspects. If you find that you're having difficulties tonight, don't hesitate to reach out to me. I can prescribe something to help ensure that next time, you'll be much more impressive."
After a sly drag on his cigarette, Hugo failed to notice the darkening scowl on Judson's face before a swift kick sent him staggering.
"You're the one who's losing it!"
Judson was furious, very visibly so.
Hugo burst out laughing, "Then I'm looking forward to your victory tales tomorrow."
Eula had just finished singing two songs with Elbert Hicks, and boy, could she sing! Her performance earned them a round of enthusiastic applause from the private room.
"Fantastic! Sing another one!"
"One more!"
Eula set down the mic and poured a drink for Elbert Hicks.
"To us," she said, lifting her glass.
Eula was the first to drink, surprising Elbert Hicks. They had planned to get her drunk tonight, but she was unexpectedly proactive.
Eula quickly downed several drinks, prompting a guilty Elbert Hicks to keep pace.
Noticing his hazy eyes, she guessed he had been drinking even before they met.
Leaning in with a beaming smile, she said, "Elbert Hicks, let me show you some photos."
Eula flicked through a few photos of Estelle from her birth to just before she fell ill, her big eyes blinking as she turned her attention to him.
"Isn't this little girl just gorgeous and adorable?"
After all, with Darcy's genes, her daughter was bound to be a stunner too.
Elbert Hicks nodded, "Yeah, she's cute."
Eula chuckled to herself, men really are suckers for daughters.
Then she swiped to photos of Estelle after she'd fallen ill, painfully thin except for her bright, big eyes, her once full head of hair gone, leaving a bald little beauty.
"Take a look at these," Eula said.
Elbert Hicks peered at them and murmured, "She's pretty but too skinny. Is she sick?"
A glint of mischief in her eyes, Eula nodded at him.
"That's Estelle, the same child. She's staying in the pediatric oncology ward , unable to attend school, and her condition is very serious."
Hearing this, Elbert Hicks felt a pang of unease; being a soldier, his duty was to protect, to rush to the forefront when danger or duty called.
His brows knitted together, "Is there no cure?"
Translation:
It sounded quite pitiful, heart-wrenchingly so.
After all, that kid had their whole bright future ahead of them.
He lifted his glass and took a swig, trying to quell the tightness in his chest.
Eula figured it was time. "Elbert Hicks, she is the daughter of the woman who visited you today. She needs your bone marrow. Elbert Hicks, surely you can't just stand by and watch her die, can you?"
