Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead
Chapter 644 - 299: The Great Philanthropist
Erin gently hugged Amber’s shoulders and said, "Of course you can."
Of course you can...
This answer reached Wu Chang’s ears like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.
No, what’s going on?
He had painstakingly helped Amber walk out of misfortune and took down the voyeuristic Thousand Eyes. He had already planned how to ask Erin for a reward tonight, or rather how to reward Erin for solving the Fluorescent Bacterial Colony.
Two things worth celebrating happened together, which should have brought him double the joy. Why did it turn out like this?
I am afraid of being alone too.
He opened his mouth several times but ultimately couldn’t tell Amber, that a child her age should sleep in her own room.
Forget it, seeing that you’re pitiful, I’ll let Erin go to you first.
He lowered his head, pushed around the food in his bowl, and said aggrievedly, "Then I’ll go sleep in the guest room."
Under Erin’s guidance, Amber gradually walked out of the shadow of the attic incident.
After dinner, for the first time, she didn’t immediately return to the attic but followed Erin, helping her clean up the dishes.
Before going to sleep, Amber asked Wu Chang, "I want to go out and play with Grace over the weekend."
Wu Chang, while flipping through the Sigef Evening News, said, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
Amber shook her head, her voice resolute, "No need!"
She knew very well that Grace had designs on Wu Chang, and she must reduce Grace’s meetings with Wu Chang.
She didn’t want Erin to be saddened, nor did she want Wu Chang to go to prison.
Wu Chang shrugged, "Be safe, remember to come home before dark."
He asked just for formality. Regardless of Amber’s agreement, he would secretly follow her.
What a joke, Amber still had three troublesome matters on her shoulders; he couldn’t rest easy if Amber left his sight.
He watched Amber with a smile on her face, hugging a pillow as she entered the bedroom with Erin. He rolled his eyes and took the newspaper back to the guest room.
In the middle of the night, a scream woke Wu Chang from his sleep; the scream seemed to come from Amber.
He hurried next door and saw Erin hugging Amber, comforting her.
There were no signs of bad luck around, nor was anything unusual occurring; it appeared the scream wasn’t from an attack.
"What happened?"
Erin gently stroked Amber and looked up, saying, "Amber had a nightmare."
A nightmare.
At this moment, Amber’s face was pale, and her entire body was trembling as if she had just gone through a terrifying ordeal.
Although Amber longed for redemption and affection, it didn’t mean she was weak inside.
On the contrary, Wu Chang had never seen someone as strong as she was. For Amber to be so scared, it definitely wasn’t an ordinary nightmare.
He squatted down, looked at Amber, and asked:
"What did you dream about?"
Amber gently shook her head, "Can’t remember."
Wu Chang continued asking, "Do you often have such nightmares?"
Amber recalled for a moment and shook her head again, "Today’s the first time."
Wu Chang softly said, "It’s okay, Erin will be with you, and I’ll be outside. No matter what you dream or what happens, we’ll be by your side at the first moment."
Seeing that under Erin’s soothing, the drowsiness returned to Amber’s face, he turned off the bedroom light and went back to the guest room.
When he realized Amber’s approval rating was only 40 points, he knew the troubles surrounding Amber were far from over, but he didn’t expect that the problems would come so quickly.
A nightmare appearing for the first time, with details unremembered.
The things Amber encountered were increasingly bothersome.
The next morning, at breakfast time, Amber seemed to have freed herself from the influence of the nightmare. A smile graced her face, seemingly anticipating meeting Grace later.
Eliminating the Fluorescent Bacterial Colony gradually opened Amber’s heart—a benefit not only to him and Erin but also to Grace.
Previously, Amber always felt different from ordinary people. She yearned to befriend others but feared bringing misfortune to friends and worried that after revealing her abnormalities, she’d be seen as a freak.
Now, with no worries, she could connect with others more sincerely and openly.
Perhaps, she was about to get her first friend in life.
Today was the weekend, and after breakfast, there was no rush to school or work. Wu Chang turned on the TV during breakfast; the local Sigef TV station was broadcasting the current fire situation.
There were five starting points of the wildfire, spreading widely and hard to stop.
In just one night, three large communities had been scorched to ashes; villas near the Iside Mountain area had been engulfed by flames in the first half of the night.
The fire situation was yet to be controlled; the wildfire was spreading toward the city. The skies over the entire southern part of Sigef City were tinged with smoky and fiery black and red hues.
During the TV’s coverage of the fire, an interview interspersed. The interviewee was the philanthropist, Mr. Peace.
The scene switched, showing True Self dressed in a complete suit, wearing thin-framed metal glasses, slightly reduced in stature, sitting in the studio receiving the interview.
At the bottom of the screen, Mr. Peace’s information scrolled by, his biography directly borrowed from Miles’ experiences. Only it had been modified to say he earned significant wealth through investments after graduating from a prestigious school and returned to Sigef City with substantial funds, determined to drive hometown economics.
The script was prepared by Miles; True Self in the program was merely a machine reading the script with expressions.
With backing from the official TV station, after the morning interview, the entire Sigef City would know a philanthropist had returned home and played an important role in the fire disaster.
As for what contributions were made, the program didn’t specify, nor did anyone dare to ask.
Wu Chang only glanced at the interview for a bit, then turned off the TV and addressed Amber: