"Last May, our family suffered a serious car accident. Both my parents died in the car accident, and I was seriously injured and almost became a vegetative state. Later, thanks to a donation from a kind person, I was sent to the hospital
Go to the United States for treatment and then you have a chance to wake up."
After the words fell, Xiaoxiao saw the sparkle in Zheng Tianhao's mother's eyes.
Pulling out a few napkins, Zheng Tianhao's mother wiped the corners of her eyes and said with a hint of tears: "Xiaoxiao, you are such a pitiful child. My Tianhao has been soft-hearted since he was a child, and he likes to sympathize with poor people like you."
These words were like a thorn, piercing into Xiaoxiao's heart and seriously hurting her self-esteem.
Everyone desires to be respected as a strong man, rather than pitied as a beggar, especially when this kind of pity is somewhat ironic.
Lowering her head, she focused all her attention on the coffee in the cup and did not answer Zheng Tianhao's mother's words.
The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves flying past my ears from time to time.
Zheng Tianhao seemed to feel the stiffness of the atmosphere. He held her hand, looked at his mother, and said angrily: "Mom, why are you bringing up such a thing?"
Her son's words were indeed useful. Zheng Tianhao's mother hurriedly put away the glint in her eyes, picked up the chocolate plate on the table, handed it to Xiaoxiao, and said: "Oh, look at me, people become less sophisticated when they get older. Xiaoxiao, come and eat."
A piece of chocolate, I made it for you yesterday."
Looking at the round chocolates wrapped in shredded coconut on the plate, Xiaoxiao suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. She vaguely felt that Zheng Tianhao's mother must know about her and Han Murphy.
Although this feeling made her sit on pins and needles, she still smiled, picked up a chocolate, and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
"What are you thanking me for? If you want to thank me, you should also thank the kind person who supported you. By the way, do you know the name of that kind person? I am the chairman of the Hong Kong xx Charity Association. People like him
Good Samaritan, we must give him a prize to encourage him."
The chocolate melts in your mouth and is extremely sweet.
The words of Zheng Tianhao's mother were like hiding a knife in a smile and killing someone invisible.
Now that things have happened, Xiaoxiao finally understands that the person who funded her medical treatment is most likely Han Murphy.
As for the Zheng family, everyone except Zheng Tianhao knows about this.
Picking up the coffee cup on the table, she took a sip gently and replied, "Aunt, I'm so sorry. The kind person who donated to me didn't leave his name. I still don't know who he is."