Sasha wasnât sure how long she squatted there crying at the bus stop, but at some point, the light rain
had turned into a downpour and drenched her completely. Spotting her, someone quickly approached.
âMiss, are you alright? Itâs so cold out here, and itâs raining too. Donât you want to go home?â
At the sound of the strangerâs voice, Sasha slowly raised her head which she was resting on her
knees.
The stranger was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a thick, padded-down jacket that had lint
at the hems. Even from a distance away, Sasha could tell smell the odor of oil and smoke coming off the
woman.
She had to be a stay-at-home mother or housewife.
Shaking her head, Sasha sniffled. âIâm fine.â
âThen, you should hurry back home. Thereâs probably someone waiting for you, right? Did you miss the
bus? Iâm telling you, young lady, there are no buses that come around here at this time. Iâll help you wave
down a taxi,â the woman offered kindly.
âThereâs really no needâ¦â Sasha hurriedly shook her head, waving her hands in front of her.
The woman seemed to notice the sadness on Sashaâs face, she sighed as she offered some words of
advice. âYou look like youâve been through a lot, kiddo. Itâs alright. Youâll always run into problems in life,
but the most important thing is that you get back up and face them head-on. Think of the people who
loves you and waiting for you, alright?â
Sashaâs mind blanked.
The people who is waiting for me?
How could I have forgotten? Thereâs someone waiting for me. Even if my parents are gone and Iâm
estranged from my relatives, I have my kids waiting for me back home! Thereâs no one who needs me
more than them!
Sasha placed a hand on the floor to push herself upright, stumbling slightly as if having woken up from a
deep slumber. âI understand now. Thank you, maâam.â
âThatâs good. Hurry along, then.â
The middle-aged woman smiled, shifted the bags in her arms, and started hurrying back to her own
home.
Sashaâs lips were already blue from the cold as she stuck a trembling arm out, waiting for a taxi to notice
her.
I have to get to my son. Heâs waiting for me.
It was getting late.
The rain grew heavier with every passing moment, and Sasha didnât feel any warmer even though the
taxiâs heater was turned on. Pulling her clothes tighter around her, she tried to look for something to dry
off her damp hair. It was only then did she realize that sheâd left the house in such a rush, the only thing
on her right now was her medical kit.
Never mind.
I wonder if Ianâs already asleep by now?
Staring out of the window, she couldnât help but worry.
Fortunately, due to the late hour, there wasnât a lot of traffic on the road. The drive to Frontier Bay was
only twenty minutes.
âMiss, weâre here.â
The driver had never been to this famous residential area full of rich people before, so he couldnât help
but take a good look at Sasha through the rearview mirror.
Not only did the sight of her bedraggled appearance let him down, she even had to scrounge up money
for the taxi fare.
Sasha got down from the taxi. Turning towards the mansion, she saw that it was completely dark except
for a few lamps lighting up the garden.
Does that mean Little Ian is already asleep?
Standing outside with only an umbrella above her head, she considered walking away.
Sheâd only insisted on coming here at such a late hour because sheâd promised Ian that she would come
and visit him at night. If she didnât show up, he might refuse to sleep and wait up in his bedroom in thin
pajamas, just like before.
Then, he ended up getting sick.
What about now?
Sasha stared at the mansion for a long while, making sure that there were no signs of life before finally
mustering up the courage to walk away.
âDr. Wand? Dr. Wand!â
Someone suddenly called out to her.
Who is that?
Sasha whipped around, staring curiously at the person. âWendy? Is that you? Why arenât you asleep
yet?â
âOh, I am waiting up for you! Thank goodness you made it.â
Wendy was out of breath and wet from the rain as she ran out of the house, but there was also a bright
smile on her face like sheâd just completed a mission of sorts.
Is Little Ian really still awake?
Her heart leaping into her throat, Sasha followed Wendy in without another word.
The two of them entered the mansion. Sasha quickly noticed that the downstairs living room was still
brightly lit, but the rest of the house was empty, with no sign of Ian to be found.
Where is he?
Turning towards Wendy, Sasha asked, âWhereâs the kid?â