Chapter 67
As soon as I made that dark joke, Sophia’s expression changed completely, the wand bey hands frantically, “Sammel, you can’t say things that!”
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Seeing how worried she looked, I couldn’t help but smile and say, “Fine” Only then did do seem to relax.
1 led Sophia into my small rental apartment, and as she sat down, I poured her a glass of merm
water.
“Samuel, if you have any tasks lately, just let me know! I’ve got plenty of free time,” she said with a grin. “Do you think we should get a studio space?”
I looked at her, surprised, and she quickly waved her hands again, “I was just bringing it up. If you don’t think it’s necessary, just forget I mentioned it.”
1 chuckled. “Relax! You don’t have to hold back with me, just tell me whatever’s on your mind.
“As for a studio, we’ll probably need one eventually, but maybe not right now. We’re just getting started, and… well, I don’t know when…”
My voice trailed off when I saw her expression shift, a faint frown suggesting she didn’t want me to finish that sentence.
So, with a half–smile, I softened my tone as I said, “Maybe we’ll look into it in a few months.”
“Alright,” she nodded. Then she smiled, pulling out a small bundle of cash. “These are the savings I’ve gathered recently, plus the share you gave me. Just take it–it’s for emergencies.”
I was taken aback. “Emergency?” I looked at her, bewildered. I didn’t have any pressing need for money, so what was this about?
Sophia noticed my reaction and hesitated, before quietly asking, “Don’t you know?”
A cold dread settled in my gut. I took a deep breath, hoping it was nothing, but her expression made it clear I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
“Did something happen to the hospital where my sister’s friends are being treated?” I asked
bluntly.
She nodded, her face reflecting some of the dread I felt. “Yeah. I thought you’d already heard.”
She handed me her phone, a trace of unease and reluctance in her eyes. “I only found out today myself, and I came here right away.”
I glanced at the screen, scanning the latest headlines. The few words I read sent my heart plummeting. Abigail had just announced that she would no longer fund hospital equipment donations or invest in research for rare diseases. Even the patients she’d supported were going
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to lose her assistance.
Reading this, a chill washed over me, leaving me
Abigail had actually gone through with it. Online condemned her decision, while others defended had hit hard times, forcing her to cut back on cha
But others found it tragic. After all, by stopping saving support for those children.
