“You must send Mr. Lennon back safely!” Henry knocked on the car window and spoke sternly to the driver.
“Yes!” The driver nodded, started the car, and slowly drove away.
Henry stood where he was until the car disappeared before hurrying home.
Old Madam Zackman was sitting on the couch. Henry’s wife and son accompanied him by staying beside him. The beef stew was simmering in the kitchen, and the fragrance was beginning to waft everywhere.
It was the most regular atmosphere in a family, but it had not appeared in Henry’s family for more than a year. They were always in a bad mood because of Old Madam Zackman’s illness.
Old Madam Zackman was in a wheelchair and had to be attended to day and night. Later, she ate less and less until she even lost her appetite these two days. No one knew how frustrated and helpless Henry had been.
Henry was filled with emotion when he saw this harmonious scene. Albert was also more grateful to Moses.
“Old Madam, how did Mr. Lennon treat your illness?” Henry also came over, curious.
“Yes, Grandma. Tell us!” Henry’s son urged him repeatedly too.
“I’m not ill, so how can he cure me?” Old Madam Zackman waved her hand slightly and replied haughtily.
“You’re not ill… What did you and Mr. Lennon talk about for two hours?” Henry paused for two seconds before asking quickly.
“I played two games of chess with Mr. Lennon.” Old Madam Zackman spoke slowly and beamed at the mention of Moses.
She looked as if she was more affectionate to Moses than to Henry’s family. It made Henry and the rest more curious.
“Only two games of chess?” Henry paused for two seconds before asking again.
“Yes, only two games of chess.” Old Madam Zackman modded gently.
“Well…” Henry glanced at his wife and son, confused.
Only two games of chess, and he cured the legs of someone in a wheelchair.
Only two games of chess, and he gave someone who had not had an appetite for a long time cravings for beef stew.
Henry and his family were curious, but they could not ask much if Old Madam Zackman refused to say anything.
“Anyway, remember… Mr. Lennon is our guest of honor from now on. Even when I die one day, you must be polite to Mr. Lennon.” Old Madam Zackman was stern when she spoke, she was not kidding at all.
“Old Madam, don’t worry. Mr. Lennon is our family’s savior. I owe him respect!” Henry nodded repeatedly.
Albert would do so even if Old Madam Zackman did not ask.
Henry was a good son. A good child would never be ungrateful. Albert would be grateful to Moses for saving his mother’s life.
***
On the road.
Moses sat in the back of the car and slowly took out an envelope.
The envelope was sealed with a stamp. Besides that, it was stapled twice. There was no stamp or address on the outside of the envelope. It was blank.
The envelope felt thick.
It was the envelope that Old Madam Zackman had given Moses. To be precise, Old Master Zackman asked Old Madam Zackman to hand it to Moses.
Old Madam Zackman had no idea what was in it. After all, it was for Morten, and no one could open it casually.
Moses slowly rubbed the envelope in his hands, wondering what was inside. Anyway, it must be something useful to Moses. They would not know what it was until they opened it up.
“Mr. Lennon, you’re amazing!” The mouth of the driver in front moved for a moment before mustering the courage to speak.
Moses slowly put away the envelope. Albert knew that the driver was referring to his medical skills.
“I’m Mr. Zackman’s driver, so I knew about every doctor that came to see Old Madam Zackman. But many of them were stumped. Even Dr. Wester, who’s the best doctor.” The driver continued to sigh.
Moses shook his head slightly.
There was nothing Leonard could do, of course. Even if Leonard could see that Old Madam Zackman’s illness was a mental problem, Leonard did not have a cure for Old Madam Zackman.
Moses was different. Moses was a soldier, the same kind of person as Casper. Furthermore, he and the other party knew each other and were pretty close.
Old Madam Zackman already knew of Moses’s existence and approved of him. So, Moses could quickly solve what was bothering Old Madam Zackman with his special identity.
