Chapter ３ Pick up a kid
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In three minutes. Elisa gazed down at the child in her lap and could not recall how she and Ellen had ended up in William's car.
Bruce, on the other hand, seemed to be attached to her and never left her side.
Elisa White noticed Dr. Ellen's perplexed expression and decided she didn't want to discuss gossip with her at that time.
They soon arrived at Ellen's house, and Elisa set aside the little thing on her leg and prepared to go with Ellen.
Ellen took the initiative and shut the door. "There is no empty room in my house. What is the point of following me?"
Elisa White wanted to strangle the stupid lady right then and there.
Were her IQ and EQ eaten by dogs?!
She unconsciously looked in the direction of William and saw that he was also looking at her.
There was a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"Are you afraid of me?" He whispered softly.
"You overthink things."
"What's your home address?"
She couldn't squirm because she was too lazy. She tilted her head and glanced at the window after giving a series of addresses.
Bruce's little head was sitting and sleeping on her leg.
When Elisa returned home, she could not stop thinking about William's enticing gaze. Her heartbeat accelerated strangely.
Was it simply a coincidence that she ran into William and Bruce Brich that night?
It turned out that it was not a coincidence.
On weekends, Elisa White rarely slept overtime, but that day she was awakened by constant knocks on the door.
Elisa ruffled her hair and got up irritably. She opened the door, only to find Aunt Emma standing at the door.
"How did you become a mother? Even if a youngster commits a mistake, you cannot force them to go outside in the cold. If anything bad happens, it will be too late to be sorry!" At the sight of Elisa White, Aunt Emma could not help but reprimand her.
For a short period, Elisa White was disoriented. "Aunt Emma, could you please speak slowly? What kid are you talking about?"
Aunt Emma scowled at Elisa White and stepped aside to reveal the child behind her.
The child was Bruce Brich.
He was dressed in a thin little home suit and slippers.
His cheeks and nose were chilly and rosy, and he seemed charming and sad.
When she realized Aunt Emma was ready to reprimand her again, she dragged the kid into the home. "Thank you so much, Aunt Emma, for your kindness."
Elisa White slammed the door shut.
She took a few long breaths as she stared at the closed door.
She turned around only after a warm grin came off her face, she dropped her voice, and asked, "Baby, did you come here alone?"
Bruce rubbed his hands stiffly together, dropped his head, and remained silent.
When Elisa saw his little stature, she was reminded of herself as a child.
She stooped to take up his delicate little body, laying him on the sofa, and wrapping him in a little blanket.
Bruce gazed at Elisa with crystal-clear, grape-like eyes and let her play with him like a toy.
That adorable little apparition had the ability to melt people's hearts.
Elisa wanted to ask him how he knew her home address and how he got here.
She pinched his cold little face and suddenly didn't want to ask anything.
After Elisa White made sure he came alone, she smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Auntie will make you breakfast, OK? "
The boy nodded his head.
"What would you like to eat?"
Bruce Brich's little flesh hand groped in the small blanket.
Elisa knew what he was looking for. She got a notebook and pen from a small drawer and put them in Bruce Brich's little hand.
Bruce Brich wrote and drew carefully on it and then handed it to Elisa.
Elisa White looked at the notes in front of him.
The words on it were very simple. Scrambled eggs with tomato and shredded pork with fish flavor.
Although the small writing was immature, it was neat.
Based on those words, it could confirm that there was nothing wrong with Bruce Brich's intelligence, and his IQ was also far above his peers.
Five-year-old children did not even know those words, let alone write them by hand.
So why was he not speaking?
Did he not want to say it, or could he not say it?
"Auntie isn't sure if those items are in the fridge. You wait here." Elisa said as she retracted her thoughts.
Bruce Brich nodded once more.
Elisa White went upstairs to wash, change her clothes, and then cook their breakfast.
She quickly placed two plates and a bowl of soup on the table, and she prepared an extra cup of pure milk for Bruce Brich.
Bruce Brich had sparkling eyes as he glanced at the meal, so he didn't need to call Elisa White.
He sat on the pad, patiently watching Elisa White.
Elisa White gave him a sandwich and soup.
Bruce Brich ate quietly.
Elisa's emotions were mixed as she looked at him while concentrating on the food.
Elisa softly said, "Baby, can you give me your father's or housekeeper's phone number?"
After Bruce had finished eating. Bruce's cheerful demeanor abruptly turned gloomy.
Tears welled up in his dark and brilliant eyes as well.
She stood on the balcony, watching the Maserati drive down with a tense heart.
Thinking back to Bruce Brich's expression, she realized she had just done something horrible, and her inner shame burst into flames.
But she didn't see anything wrong with her actions.
They were only a doctor-patient interaction.
When a patient entered the hospital, she was a professional and qualified doctor. When they depart, her contact with them ended.
She did not want to make friends with any of the patients. She did not believe it was important for her to be friends with them. She felt particularly guilty as a result of Bruce's weeping.
When Bruce found out she needed his father's phone number, he tossed the piece of paper at her and rushed out.
He didn't return downstairs until William summoned him. He crept into a corner and turned to face Bruce.
She attempted several times to go over and cuddle his tiny body, but in the end, she did nothing.
She did not want Bruce to emerge from nowhere in her life. She was not filled with emotion or patience. She could be kind to an unfamiliar youngster after a long day of work.
Especially with Bruce Brich, a youngster who clearly required a lot of energy to be cared for.
Elisa White shook her head, returned to the living room, took up the pathology, and began searching.
The cell phone next to her rang after a long time.
Elisa took out her phone, looked at it, and noticed that she had been added to Messenger.
Elisa's hand trembled as she stroked the words "Brandon."
She sat back on the sofa and returned her attention to the book, but she couldn't read it any longer.
What would Brandon Helmes do?
Did he want to go back home to visit his old classmates, or did he want to see how miserable she was?
Maserati.
Two men, one tall and one small, were sitting next to each other.
The air was so compressed that it seemed like it might burst in the next second.
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