1529

1529
Many villagers did not believe there would be such a good thing in the world, but a few elders from the villages were moved to tears when they heard about the news, including the village chief.

"I don't believe it! They must be using this so-called donations to bring in media reporters to document about us, making us a joke in the public's eyes. This way more people would be afraid of us. This is what they call... a publicity stunt! We're merely tools for them." The person who spoke was Julius Larsen, the man with a lame leg.

As soon as finished his words, the glimmer in the villagers' eyes dimmed, as if they had lost hope once more. Indeed, what Julius said was true, as such things happened in the past.

At this time, the village chief spoke, "Everybody, listen to me. We must have faith that kind people do exist in this world. We can't just group everyone in the same category because of something in the past.

Besides, it's not their obligation to donate to us nor pay us a visit. They were not the ones who got us sick, we got them ourselves... by our own negligence. We should try to live our lives and stop loathing on ourselves!"

Despite the encouraging words from the village chief, not many of the villagers believed in the matter still.

However, they took their words back when money was deposited into the village committee's account, followed by the arrival of house renovation teams and medical care.

Julius, who was raising a hue and cry just a while ago, turned away from the crowd as he secretly wiped away his tears.

This village was like a prison to them. They had not committed any crime, but because of AIDS, they had to be trapped in the village forever.

None of the villagers were about to make their way out, and no one dared to enter the village.

Seeing Julius sobbing, the village chief patted his on the shoulder.

After all, Julius lived a miserable life. His wife was no longer on earth because of AIDS. Because his children had moved away to the cities for work, they were lucky to avoid contracting the illness, but they had not contacted him or visited him since.

As time went on, the resentment in his heart grew. But the village chief knew he was just upset about how fate had treated him.

Once ago, he had a happy family, but now he was all alone with no family by his side. Even his son abandoned him when he knew that his father had contracted the virus. How could he not lose all hope?

With that, Julius prayed in a soft voice, "Thank God for the kind people in this world."

At that moment, Edgar had been taken away by a few medical staff into the ambulance. At first, he refused to leave the village but Jovannie convinced him by saying, "Bradyn is young, and you are his only family. I believe he longs for the companionship of his family, and as long as you're with him, anywhere is home. He is definitely worried about you.

That is why you have to try your best to keep your health up and live a long life, for yourself and him. You also hope to see Bradyn grow up and achieve his dreams, right?"

Hearing her words, Bradyn, who was beside Edgar, took a glance at her and pursed his lips.

Meanwhile, the rims of Edgar's eyes reddened as he asked, "Is it really... free?"

Once again, she reassured him, "Yes, it's true. You won't need to pay a dime. All you medical cost would be covered for you. Just take care of your body and receive your treatment as soon as possible. You won't have to worry about the cost at all."

With that, he thanked her.

With trembling hands, he reached out to touch Bradyn's head as he was still worried about his grandson.

Seeing that he was still worried, Jovannie added, "Mr. Gutierrez, you can rest assured that Bradyn will go to see you regularly. Also, the village is setting up a care center for the children. Even if you are not in the village, someone will be here to take care of Bradyn's needs. I also heard that new teachers will be coming in a few days later and your students will be in good hands too."

Just then, tears started streaming down Edgar's face, and he could not thank her enough.

This time, Jovannie noticed that many of them were in tears too. However, they were crying happy tears as their lives were given new hope.

A little hope went a long way, it could bring endless possibilities and chase away the darkness in one's heart.

Besides the villages, the medical team was also happy to see that things were about to change for the better in the village.

After all, they had seen the despair and sadness within the village with their own eyes, and they knew that their help would not be able to cause a drastic change for the villagers. However, things were different at that moment, slowly changing towards the better good.

At the same time, they were curious about whom this generous person was. After asking the people who were sent here, they yielded no answers as all of them did not know who hired them.

That evening, Jovannie snuggled up to Luke.

Drawing circles on his chest, she asked him, "It was you, isn't it?"

Knowing that he could not hide from her, he admitted, "Yes, I arranged them."

Right then, her eyes sparkled with a mysterious glimmer as she leaned closer to his face, kissing his cheek.

As soon as she removed herself from him, the color on her cheeks turned pink, but she did not regret kissing him.

Instead, she praised him, "Luke, you're the best! You're the best person on earth! The villagers must be grateful for your help and for lessening their burdens."

Seeing how happy she was, he rubbed her hair. In a steady voice, he said, "Jovannie, you're the one who deserves that title. It was because of you that the villagers had accepted the change. As long as you're satisfied, I can do much more for them."

"But Luke, you deserve it too. You're a kind person. Thank you for coming with me and supporting me."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Just then, she realized she had said something weird, so she hurriedly rephrased her words and said, "I'm sorry, I won't say it again."

"Well, if you give me a few kisses, I'll forget what you'd said." Luke did not hesitate to slip in a cheeky request.

With that, she blushed to the roots of her hair, but she still complied with his request, drawing her lips closer to his cheeks once more.

When she was about to plant a kiss on his cheek, he stopped her, "Just a minute, please."

"Huh?" Confusion was written on her face.

The next thing she knew, Luke picked up a cobblestone on the table next to them and threw it out the window.

With a pang, the cobblestone hit the window before landing on the ground.

It surprised her, and she wondered why he did that.

"It's okay, don't need to be so afraid," he said.

Then, she heard the sound of someone running from the direction of the window.

"What? Was someone there?"

"It's nothing. It was probably just... a small creature."

However, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. In fact, the small creature was actually a child. The other party should have had no malice, and was merely peeping on them, so he threw the cobblestone as a warning to the child and to scare the child away. He had no intentions of catching the child.

Puzzled, she asked, "What kind of creature?"

Gently, he stroked her on the head as he said, "It was just a cat. Nothing to be afraid of."

Only then did she feel slightly relieved. "Oh, a cat, huh?"

The next day, when Jovannie and Luke came out of their room, they were greeted by tons of purple wildflowers. They laid beautifully by their doorsteps.

At this time, the girls from the next room came out and saw the flowers too.

"Oh my god! They're so pretty!"

"Who gave them? Jovannie, did someone give them to you?"

"It must be for her..."

There was only Jovannie and Luke staying in that room. No one would give such pretty flowers to a man like him, so it must be for her.

Looking at the flowers, Jovannie had to agree that they were pretty indeed.

Then she picked up the bouquet of wildflowers. "I don't know either. They're so beautiful though."

However, who was the one who sent her them?

On the day of their departure, the villagers gathered to send the medical team off. Unlike before, the villagers were in high spirits and all of them wear wearing happy faces.

Ever since the announcement, the villagers' state of mind had changed, and they were grateful to those who helped them.

With that, Jovannie waved goodbye to the villagers with the rest of the medical team.

Then, they got onto the bus and left. Some distance later, she saw a child standing on top of a small hill.

The hill was blessed with purple flowers, and he stood amidst them.

Taking a closer look, she recognized the child. It was... Bradyn!

Soon, the other members noticed him too.

"Is Bradyn sending us off?" someone asked.

"It must be!"

"Jovannie, do you think it was Bradyn who gave you the flowers?"

"Most likely it's him. I thought he was holding something against us. What a surprise. It seems like he just could not find words to express his thought, but he knows it well."

Subsequently, Jovannie opened her window as she stared at the boy on the hill with a sweet smile on her face.

Waving, she shouted, "Goodbye! Take care!"

Even if Bradyn was surprised to hear what she said, he still managed to raised his arm and waved back at her.

"Goodbye!"

And thank you, he whispered internally.

Deep down, he knew that Jovannie was a kind person. Patiently, she persuaded his grandfather to receive treatment at the hospital, and without her, he would still be lying in bed at home. Because he did not know what to say to her, he went to pick some flowers as a gift for her.

Just the night before, he overheard her conversation with Luke and found that they were the ones behind the village's donation and medical aid.

Suddenly, he felt that there was still warmth in this world, and as long as he lived, he would see hope.

If others had not given up on him, he would not give up on himself.

Several years later, Bradyn successfully established his network empire and was given the nickname "Ghost of the Internet" because he had eliminated frauds and acts of violence from the internet and other under-the-table deals.

On the other hand, the village that was known for AIDS had now become one of the country's most famous treatment centers for AIDS. To this day, they accepted and welcomed children and homeless people with the same illness.

At the entrance of the village, there was a stone monument engraved with the words "grateful for the good".

Other than Bradyn, no one knew who was the one who made such a generous donation to the village. Hence, the villagers all addressed the person as "Angel". They constantly reminded themselves to live life to the fullest, and extend a helping hand to those in need to live up to the kindness they were shown.