Olivia could imagine how beautiful and lonely this field would look when the wind rustled through the
grass in the daytime.
It was no wonder that Sean would get depressed.
If Olivia lived in an environment like that for long periods, even she would have weeds growing all over
her heart.
The car pulled to a stop.
The vi was quite minimalistic.
The walls were painted either gray or white.
The vi looked stagnant, and there wasn''t any liveliness to it at all.
It was 11:00 pm by then, but the sound of an ocarina could be hearding from the vi.
The piece being yed was the familiar "Celestial Castle".
It started to drizzle outside.
The rain pelted against the ss window, looking both beautiful and lonely.
Olivia was going crazy.
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Even she couldn''t stay more than a few minutes in this ce, let alone a depressed person.
She felt like apanionless whale in the sea, as if she was the only person left in the whole world.
She was devastated and deste.
How could a depressed person not get even more depressed under such circumstances? "Mr. Sean is
the one ying the ocarina.
He has insomnia, and he has trouble falling asleep, especially at night." Olivia frowned.
She felt that something was off.
If Sean was depressed, why would they allow him to be in a ce like this? Under such circumstances,
he wouldn''t recover at all.
Instead, he would only get even more depressed.
"Can I see Mr. Sean?" "I can''t say for sure.
Mr. Sean isn''t mentally stable, and in the past few years, he hasn''t even wanted to see his own family,
let alone an outsider.
“When they mentioned you to him, Mr. Sean seemed resistant to the idea." Even so, the driver was
kind enough to knock on the door, signaling that a new doctor wanted to have a look at Sean.
The reply came in the form of the sound of something crashing against the floor.
By the looks of it, Sean didn''t want to see her, and he also harbored great enmity toward her.
The driver was a little troubled.
"I''m sorry, Dr.
Fordham.
It''s gettingte, and you must be tired from the journey.
Why don''t you and your child rest up first? "Mr. Sean probably doesn''t want to see you, so perhaps you
should wait for another day—" Before he finished speaking, the sound of a flute rang out in their ears.
The driver lowered his head, surprised to see that the green- eyed child was ying the flute.
The child was quite young, but she was very skilled.
Five minutester, the door opened.
Aman in a wheelchair appeared by the doorframe.
He had a pale face, and his contours were slightly simr to Avery''s.
However, his facial features looked much gentler, and he had a thin frame.
There were dark circles under the man''s eyes.
It was obvious that he hadn''t had proper sleep in a long while.
He was terrifyingly depressed.
He stared at Willow, a hint of surprise appearing in his emotionless eyes.
He probably didn''t expect such a young child to y the flute in a way that resonated with him so
much.
The driver was surprised.
"Mr. Sean, this is the doctor Mr. Avery has invited over to treat you.
Sean didn''t pay Olivia much attention.
He stared unblinkingly at Willow.
"She''s..." Perhaps because he hadn''t said a word in a long time, his voice sounded a little hoarse.
It was quite an odd sound.
"Oh, right, I forgot to make the introductions.
She''s Dr.
Fordham''s daughter." "Dr.
Fordham?" Because of their identicalst names, Sean looked up at Olivia.
Her face was quitemon-looking, and no one would spare her a second nce in a crowd.
Olivia introduced herself.
"Hello, Mr. Sean.
My name is Susie Fordham.
This is my daughter, Willow." "Wee...
low?" Sean seemed to be more interested in Willow than Olivia.
Even though Willow had her facial features altered, Olivia took special care to enhance Willow''s
features so that she looked like she was of mixed blood.
1 When people looked at her, they would assume that her father was a foreigner.
Willow walked slowly up to Sean''s wheelchair.
Holding up his hand, she traced the spelling of her name on his palm.