Chapter 101 Picking Someone Up on a Rainy Night

At that moment, an elderly woman in his sixties, leaning on a cane, walked up to Daphne and softly said, "Daphne, it's pouring outside. Why don't you stay a bit longer?"

Daphne felt a wave of warmth wash over her heart upon hearing this.

She glanced at the old man, supported him, and nodded slightly, "Alright, I'll stay."

They walked back inside, and the other residents of the nursing home, seeing Daphne, made space for her.

Daphne smiled gently and said, "You don't need to worry about me."

"Oh, you're too kind. Come sit down. I've poured you some tea." The elderly man handed Daphne a cup of tea.

Daphne quickly accepted the tea with both hands, looking at the old man gratefully, "Thank you." She took a sip of the hot tea, instantly warming her body and heart.

She placed the tea on the table and turned to the elderly residents, "Can I ask you something?"

The residents looked at Daphne with puzzled expressions.

"Daphne, what do you want to ask?" the elderly woman asked.

Daphne cleared her throat, hesitated for a few seconds, and then gathered her courage, "I just wanted to ask, why were you initially against the development of the nursing home?"

The residents suddenly understood, exchanging glances.

The elderly woman with the cane saw no one speaking up, so she took the lead. "You might not know, after the nursing home was developed, it did bring some benefits, but not many. They take a cut, and we don't get much money."

She sighed, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

Another resident looked at Daphne, puzzled, "Daphne, you didn't know about this?"

Daphne looked apologetically at the elderly man, feeling guilty, "You might not believe it, but I really didn't know. I thought you were getting a significant cut—" Her voice grew quieter, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, wishing she had known earlier.

The elderly woman beside Daphne gently patted her shoulder, "Don't worry too much. We're not unreasonable. We know you're in a tough spot. We don't blame you."

Their words made Daphne feel even more guilty, lowering her head as tears hung on her long eyelashes.

Daphne bit her lower lip and suddenly stood up from her chair, her voice choked, "Even if you don't blame me, my conscience isn't clear. I still need to apologize to you."

A cold wind blew in from the window, clearing Daphne's mind a bit. She went to close the window.

"Daphne, you should try to think less about things. The less you think, the fewer worries you'll have," the elderly woman comforted.

Daphne nodded lightly, whispering, "I understand."

As they talked, there was a knock on the door.

The elderly woman with the cane was about to open the door, but Daphne, worried about her safety, stopped her.

"I'll get the door. You stay here," Daphne said with a smile.

The elderly woman looked at the door, then at Daphne, and relented, "Alright, but be careful, okay?"

Daphne understood the concern in her words. She grabbed a nearby broom without hesitation.

She walked lightly to the door, and the other residents watched her.

With a click, the door opened.

Daphne was momentarily stunned when she saw the person standing at the door.

Lorenzo saw Daphne staring at him and chuckled.

He noticed the broom in her hand, took it from her, and placed it back in the corner.

"Why are you here?" Daphne asked, turning to Lorenzo.

Lorenzo looked at the pouring rain outside, "I came to take you home."

Daphne felt warmth in her heart at his words, looking at Lorenzo gratefully. "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite? How did tonight go?" Lorenzo asked with concern.

"Everything went well," Daphne replied, then walked to the table to pick up her folder.

She looked at the elderly residents, "Thank you for your hospitality. My friend is here to take me home, so I'll be leaving."

The residents responded in unison.

Daphne followed Lorenzo to the door. As they reached the door, Lorenzo held an umbrella for Daphne, "Let's go."

Daphne wanted to ask if there was another umbrella, but she saw his empty hands.

"Alright."

They walked in the rain, creating a unique scene.

Daphne reached the Maybach.

Lorenzo opened the car door for her, "Get in."

Daphne didn't hesitate and got in the car. Lorenzo followed suit.

Lorenzo glanced at the driver in the front seat, "You can drive now."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson."

The car started slowly, the windows blocking out the rain.

Daphne rested her chin on her hand, looking out at the night, her eyes filled with unreadable emotions.

Lorenzo, sitting beside her, sensed her sadness and asked casually, "Daphne, are you unhappy?"

Lorenzo's gentle voice sounded like a spring breeze in her ear. Daphne turned to him, "Why do you say that?"

"Since you got in the car, I've felt that you're troubled. You can tell me what's wrong." Lorenzo asked.

"I..." Daphne tightened her grip on the folder, crumpling it.

She lowered her eyelashes, casting a shadow over her eyes, hiding her dark emotions, "I talked with the elderly residents and found a serious problem, but I can't solve it, so I'm a bit unhappy."

Lorenzo comforted her gently, "Tell me, maybe I can help."

Daphne forced a smile, which looked more like a grimace. "You can't help. I want the elderly residents to get more benefits, but...it's impossible."