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Chapter 81: Will Return to Kingbourne
Margaret rose from her seat, steadying herself with her cane. “I need more time to consider whether to reopen the Empathy Clinic,” she said thoughtfully.
Wynter smiled softly. “Grandma, you don’t need to worry so much. I think the more good doctors there are, the fewer bad ones there will be. What do you think?”
Margaret paused, her eyes distant. “You’re right. I’ve lived for so long, but I’ve never figured out as much as you have.”
Wynter fell silent, allowing her grandmother to process. There was no rush—she didn’t need Margaret to make a decision immediately. After all, a patient had once died under her care. It was a difficult burden for any doctor to carry, especially someone like Margaret, who dedicated herself to saving lives and healing others.
Wolf, too, understood what Wynter was trying to do.
Later that night, as Margaret slept, Wolf gathered a pile of scrap metal and began assembling it into a small laptop. Outside, a wolf-like dog barked, but as soon as Wolf glared at it, the dog fell silent. It crawled forward, tail tucked between its legs, visibly shaken.
Susan, who lived next door, had seen Wolf with the device and had thought it was just a toy. In reality, after receiving Wynter’s training, Wolf could transform it into either a laptop or a drone, depending on the parts and the assembly process.
When he found the location on the laptop, Wynter took a glance and raised an eyebrow. “The person who framed Grandma wasn’t in Southdale? They were in Kingbourne?”
Wolf nodded vigorously.
Wynter stood under a tree, her hand resting on a black locust branch as she mulled over the revelation. “Kingbourne… I haven’t been back in a long time.”
She tossed the locust branch into her teacup and spoke calmly. “Let’s hold off on that for now. We’ll wait until Grandma decides about the Empathy Clinic.”
Wolf carried a rocking chair and a large stone into the courtyard, settling into the stone as if waiting for Wynter’s next words. He gestured to her, silently asking if she intended to help Margaret regain her confidence as a doctor.
Wynter sat in the rocking chair, a fan in her hand, her figure elegant in the black attire. “It’s not just about that.”
Wolf sat on the stone, chewing on a root herb, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what more she had to say.
“It’s time for you to go to school,” she said with a calm tone. “And you need to dye your hair. Haven’t you noticed it’s already turning white?”
Wolf froze, startled by her words. He sat upright, abandoning the herb, and gestured anxiously.
Wynter spoke slowly, her voice firm. “No, there aren’t any jobs for you right now. If we reopen the Empathy Clinic and you’re there, it’ll be considered child labor. If the Industry and Commerce Bureau finds out, they’ll shut the clinic down. If we lose our home, where will you live? And it’s abnormal for an 11-year-old to avoid school.”
Wolf’s face fell. He absolutely hated the idea of going to school.
Wynter looked at him, her expression serious. “And there’s also the issue with your household registration. If you attend school in Southdale, you might scare the teachers. I’ll send you to Kingbourne instead—it’ll be a better fit for you.”
Wolf’s eyes lit up. He could go to Kingbourne and cause trouble!
Wynter didn’t correct him, choosing instead to look away. She then threw a black bag at him. “Let’s get moving.”
He nodded enthusiastically and grabbed a small shovel.
Under the moonlight, Wynter’s slender figure seemed almost ethereal, her black hair cascading around her face as she moved with grace.
Wolf trailed behind her, carrying the black bag, his eyes wide with anticipation.
For two seemingly ordinary figures—a young girl in simple clothes and an 11-year-old boy—no one could guess their true identities or the extraordinary lives they led.
Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, they set out toward the deep mountains of Southdale.
