Henry Sullivan nodded silently after a mont: "Okay, but if I return to the troops, I might not be able to answer calls anyti."
"Then I’ll text you," Isla Linton blurted out, and imdiately felt sowhat regretful afterwards.
She bit her lip: "Eh, I’m running out of ti, Brother Henry, I’ll go first, goodbye."
Her cheeks flushed as she turned and ran away, Henry Sullivan shook his head with a smile and turned to go ho.
In the following week, she didn’t make a single phone call to him.
He didn’t think much of it, just assud that maybe her mother had just had surgery and needed her care.
It was Roman Hughes, the big-mouth, who told him about the situation of Isla’s mother’s surgery.
The surgery was very successful, and indeed Isla was busy running around in the hospital every day accompanying her mother and her brother.
Turned out, her brother was also hospitalized in Anchester Hospital, and because they hadn’t found a matching bone marrow, his days were numbered.
However, due to his intervention, Roman Hughes had already arranged for soone to take care of the boy.
Hearing this, Henry Sullivan felt that Roman Hughes was truly compassionate.
"I’m at the airport now, about to head back to the troops."
"Take care of Faye Townsend on your end, and call if there’s anything.
Don’t let Hunter Warren bully her."
"Don’t worry, that girl is clever and quirky, no one can bully her."
After hanging up the phone, he waited at the airport, but in less than ten minutes, his phone rang again.
Seeing it was Isla Linton’s number, he casually slid the phone to answer.
A hurried voice ca from the other end: "Brother Henry, I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy these past few days, I forgot you were headed back to the troops next week."
"It’s okay, you’re busy with your things, I heard your mother’s surgery went well."
"Yes, thanks to your help.
How much longer until you take off? I want to co see you off."
"No need, I’m boarding in a few minutes, you better take good care of your mother at the hospital."
Isla Linton hesitated for a mont: "I’m graduating soon, I’ll start repaying the money I owe you slowly."
"It’s okay, I’m not in a rush, you shouldn’t worry either."
Isla Linton fell silent, Henry Sullivan said: "Okay, I’m about to board, take care of yourself."
After hanging up, he took his bag and boarded the plane.
He hadn’t really expected her to repay the money, so he never really dwelt on it.
Returning to the troops, he started his intense and busy training.
The shadow of heartbreak gradually dispersed from his mind.
And Isla Linton didn’t call him as she said she would.
Instead, she texted him daily.
Most of her ssages were actually not very substantive.
Such as what she ate today, what she did, asking how he was doing.
Like how she t so people while working at the bar today.
Like how her mom was discharged, and her brother’s condition worsened and he was moved to the ICU...
Sotis he didn’t reply, sotis because it was too late at night when he saw them, sotis because he was too tired and fell asleep.
In this way, two ’strangers’ in different cities kept in contact through text ssages.
He gradually got to know this girl more and more through the texts.
Knew this girl’s heart was fragile.
Knew this girl was very strong.
Before long, a year had passed, and she had graduated.
That afternoon, he was working in his office when the phone on his desk rang, the guard room called, saying soone was looking for him at the entrance of the troop.
He was puzzled, over the years, hardly anyone had co to look for him at the troops.
"What’s the na of the person looking for ?"
"Isla Linton."
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