It was a substantial sum, no doubt about it.
But to Lyndon, the amount was manageable.
He observed Rita, her distress palpable, and after a brief pause, he made a decision.
âIâll cover it for you first.
â
Ritaâs expression shifted from despair to a flicker of hope, her eyes lighting up.
She clasped Lyndonâs hand, her voice trembling.
âReally, sir? Are you sure?â
âLetâs go,â Lyndon replied with a nod.
âIâll accompany you to the payment office right now.
â
Lyndon broke free from Ritaâs hand and made his way to the payment office.
Rita stared blankly at his back, unable to believe what he had just said.
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Lyndon took a few more steps before noticing Rita hadnât caught up with him.
He paused and looked back, his voice carrying a gentle prompt.
âArenât you coming?â
Startled from her reverie, Rita quickly wiped her tears, a mix of joy and disbelief coloring her expression as she hurried after him.
She glanced sideways at him, noting his calm demeanor, and ventured, âSir, if I may ask, why would you help me? Weâre strangers.
â
Lyndon stopped and faced her, his response simple yet profound.
âThereâs a joy in helping others that is its own reward.
â
Rita bit her lip, her eyes welling up with gratitude.
âYou are truly kind, sir.
I will write an IOU, and I promise to repay you as soon as I can.
â
Lyndon gave her a reassuring glance, dismissing her concerns with an easy wave of his hand.
âThereâs no need for that.
â
âBut I insist.
Please, may I know your last name?â she persisted, her tone earnest.
âFernandez,â Lyndon replied, his gaze straightforward.
âIâm Rita Gordon,â she introduced herself more formally, a sense of relief in acknowledging the debt she intended to repay.
Meanwhile, in the hospital garden, Rosalynn and Tilda were enjoying the weak sunlight on a bench, immersed in conversation for almost half an hour already.
Noticing a slight chill in the air, Tilda expressed her concern.
âRosalynn, perhaps we should head back inside? Itâs getting cold, and we wouldnât want you catching a cold.
â
Rosalynn, feeling quite comfortable, nonetheless nodded in agreement.
âAlright, letâs go back.
â
As Tilda helped her to stand, Rosalynn chuckled lightly, âYou donât have to worry so much, Iâm fine.
Technically, I could be discharged by now, but Mom insists on a few more days here.
Itâs tough to argue with her.
Alas, Iâm not fond of the hospitalâs sterile scent.
â