Chapter 133 The Girl Who Helped Me with Water
I remember the day vividly. It was a sweltering summer afternoon, and I was at the local park, seeking solace in the shade of a grand oak tree. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, a young girl approached me with a kind smile. Her name was Lily, a name that would forever be etched in my memory.
Lily offered me a bottle of water, a simple gesture that spoke volumes. At that moment, her kindness and compassion shone brightly, like a beacon of light in my darkened world. I accepted her gift, grateful for her unexpected act of generosity.
We sat together, two strangers brought together by fate, and engaged in a conversation that felt effortless and natural. Lily's presence was a soothing balm to my weary soul, and her words were a gentle melody that resonated within me.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park, I realized that Lily had not only quenched my thirst but had also ignited a spark of hope within me. In her, I found a friend, a confidante, and a source of inspiration.
That day, under the watchful gaze of the oak tree, a beautiful friendship blossomed, one that would withstand the test of time and adversity. And it all began with a simple act of kindness from the girl who helped me with water.
Donovan gave me a substantial sum of money, asking me to keep today's events a secret, to forget about them, and to call Chloe in the evening. I agreed though I didn't fully understand his intentions.
Donovan pulled over, instructing his assistant to look into Todd. Six years ago, Todd had just started his business, and Donovan had faced setbacks. He had to regain his confidence and was personally involved in every aspect.
One day, he got lime in his eyes at the construction site, severely damaging his corneas. The doctor informed him that corneas were scarce, and he had to wait. Donovan bore his burdens alone, not even confiding in his grandparents or his distant parents. It was the darkest period of his life, filled with despair.
One day, while lost in thought, he spilled hot water on himself. A muffled voice, sounding like a child who had just cried, said, "The cup is full." It was a hospital, so such sounds were not uncommon.
She helped me turn off the water, took the cup from my hand, and wiped it clean with a tissue. She took my hand, placed the cup in it, and left. A faint scent of sandalwood soap lingered, comforting me. After that, she would silently hold my hand, turn off the tap, and leave without a word. This continued for a week.
A week later, the doctor informed me that a cornea was available. I underwent surgery and spent two more months in the hospital.
During my recovery, a girl entered my life, claiming that the cornea I received was from her deceased father. She wanted to see whose life her father's cornea had improved. She accompanied me to fetch water every day, holding my hand. Although I felt something was off, it seemed like it was the same girl. In the hospital, only one person knew when I went to fetch water.
After my bandages were removed, I saw Paisley, who had a faint smile. She revealed that she was the one who helped me fetch water before. Her father had asked her to assess my character. Her father had donated the cornea to me, hoping that I would take care of my family.
As my career flourished, I bought a house for Paisley and her mother. We started a relationship, but I felt that Paisley's character didn't match my expectations. I realized that my feelings for Paisley had always been in the stage of "better to have loved and lost." What I had been missing was the girl who helped me in silence.
My assistant called and sent me Todd's background; he was a project manager at a construction site who had fallen from a building and broke his ribs. Normally, Todd should have been hospitalized, but there was no record of him ever being admitted. It seemed as if Todd had disappeared from the world.
"Mr. Blake, someone intentionally altered or concealed Todd's information. I'll continue to investigate," my assistant said.
I hung up the phone, suspecting that Paisley was behind the intentional alteration. Now, I wanted to know who was the girl who helped me fetch water. Considering there were many people in the hospital was it someone else, or was it Chloe?
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