"What is it, Uncle?" Louis inquired with despair and hope in his tone.
Mr. Jude leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a solution. "I can give a loan to Robert instead of an investment, and in that way, Emma's medical bills are covered, and his company will still get the financial benefit it needs."
"Uncle, Robert won't accept," Louis replied at his wit's end. He heaved a sigh, looked down, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Then he resumed, lying on the floor, with tears in his eyes, threatening to burst as if water had erupted from a dam. "Please, Uncle," he begged, his voice cracked.
Instant pools of compassion clouded Mr. Jude's eyes as his face relaxed. He got up and walked over to Louis, picking him off the floor with warm, reassuring hands.
"Alright, alright, Louis. I've hear
