Jasmine also deeply blamed herself, a layer of mist rose in her eyes, a gust of cold wind blew, stirring the hem of her black coat, but could not blow away the sorrow in her heart.

The couple stood before the gravestone, saying words of guilt. Finally, Everett Morgan painfully spoke up, "Brother, sister-in-law, Jocelyn’s life or death is still unknown. The salvage team is still searching. If you have spirits in heaven, please let Jocelyn Morgan appear."

Jasmine said, "If possible, send us a dream, so we can bring her home." Her voice trembled lightly, tears swirling in her eyes.

The winter wind continued to blow coldly.

"Even if she has died, please let her body appear, don’t let it soak in the cold water. It’s going to snow soon, the water is cold," said Everett Morgan with tears, "Let us give her a ceremony, let her rest in peace."

What answered him was a long silence...

After a while, the couple bowed again. Two minutes later, Everett Morgan took his wife’s hand, and they left sorrowfully.

There was no sun today, the sky gloomy, the air filled with sadness.

AM, Providence Hospital.

Trevor and Janelle came to see Ethan as they promised him yesterday.

At this time, David Dalton and Trevor were inside a room discussing work, while Janelle accompanied Ethan Dalton by the bed, playing a game of idioms with him. It wasn’t time for the IV drip yet.

"Sister Janelle, I can recite all these idioms." Ethan happily told her, "I play by myself when I’m bored."

"Ethan is really great." Janelle also felt he had made progress in this period; he has already worked very hard.

As Janelle arranged the idiom cards, Ethan Dalton blinked his dark eyes and curiously asked, "Sister, what’s the name of the new friend you’re going to introduce to me? Where do they live?"

Janelle told him, "The orphanage, do you know what an orphanage is, Ethan?"

The little guy shook his head blankly; he didn’t know and hadn’t heard of it.

Thus, she patiently explained, "There’s an Uncle Quinn at the orphanage. He’s very compassionate and has adopted some homeless children, raising them from a young age, giving them names, arranging their food, clothing, housing, and teaching them knowledge. Uncle Quinn is a post-doctorate, he has read many, many books..."

She spoke as if telling a story, sharing with Ethan Dalton the things at the orphanage, introducing the kind and adorable children there...

And he listened very attentively, the image of Uncle Quinn instantly becoming noble in his mind.

In the southern suburbs, a regular old two-story building in the shape of a "7", the yard enclosed by a wall, the iron gate locked.

In a spacious, old classroom on the second floor, eleven children sat scattered at desks, their backs straight, small hands placed on the new desks, eyes lifted to gaze at the lecturing man.

Just after their English class, the children listened attentively to the teacher telling a story—

"The little ant asked, Quickly tell me, how did you climb out? The ant outside the glass bottle replied, The closer to the finish line, the harder it becomes."

"But at our most difficult moment, we must never lose faith; persist, persist, and persist, and we will achieve victory."

"The little ant was inspired and encouraged, no longer afraid of falling to its death, but bravely climbing upward, eventually climbing out of the glass cup."

Harlan Quinn’s voice was deep and magnetic, the story deeply resonated, and the children listened particularly carefully, a warm applause filling the classroom!