Apang of sadness twisted in Jenny’s chest.
“It’s okay, Luna,‘
,” she whispered gently. “Miss Riley is <b>really </b>kind. She won’t mind any of this, so try to rx.”
jenny reached out, wanting to give Luna aforting pat on the head.
But because of her chemotherapy, Luns had lost all her hair. She always wore a flutty pinkhat whenever she went out. Jerry knew it was a gift from her brother and Luna treasured it like a precious keepsake,
Jenny’s emotions grew even moreplicated, her eyes stinging. Her outstretched hand besitated in midair before she gently patted the soft, fuzzy hat instead<b>. </b>
“Don’t <b>worry</b><b>, </b>Lama<b>. </b>Miss Riley will definitely <b>help </b>your brother with his casel
Luna’s nervous expression softened, and s
she managed a small, bright
ight smile. “Thank you, Jenny and thank you, Miss Riley.”
Listening to the conversation from the driver’s seat, Charlotte sighed silently.
“some people <b>just </b>seemed cursed by fate. Why <b>did </b>bad luck always target those who were already struggling?” she wondered.
Charlotte’s empathy was strong–sometimes too strong. Hearing their story, her chest felt tight, and her eyes <b>began </b>to mist over.
She quickly pulled herself together and adjusted her tone before calling out, “penny, please help Luna with her seatbelt.”
Got it.”
Luna and Matthew were both patients at the same public hospital.
The narrow hospital room was crowded with four beds. It was early winter, and the cold wind howled <b>outside</b>. The windows were tightly <b>shut </b>to keep the chill out.
The moment Charlotte stepped in, a sharp, sour <b>odor </b>hit her. It wasing from the patient on the bed near the door. The man clearly hadn’t bathed in days, and Curlotte almost garged, barely <b>holding </b>back her difort.
She frowned slightly but forced herself to stay calm, following Luna deeper <b>into </b>the room
Matthew was lying in the bed furthest from the door, leaning against his pillow, staring nkly out the window at the falling leaves.
“Matthew!” Luna called out, her voice crisp and cheerful.
Matthew’s head immediately turned<b>, </b>and his dull eyes brightened slightly. “Luna<b>, </b>you’re here! <b>Did </b>you <b>eat</b><b>?</b>”
<b>Luna </b>smiled, nodding quickly. “<b>Yes</b>, <b>yes</b>! I <b>already </b><b>ate</b>.”
It was alle
She had spent the whole morning sneaking out of the hospital to ask Jenny for help. She hadn’t had time to eat at all. But she didn’t want her brother to worry
Jenny, you’re here <b>too</b>?” Matthew greeted her with <b>a </b>polite smile.
“Hi, Matthew “Jenny returned the smile.
Matthew’s <b>gaze </b>shifted to Charlotte, his expression cautious. “And this is..?”
Jenny introduced her. “This <b>is </b>Miss Riley, awyer from our firm.”
Charlotte stepped forward, giving a polite nod. “Hello, Jenny exined your situation to me. If you’refortable, I’d like to help you seekpensation from your former employer.”
Matthew’s expression tightened, and he hesitated, “I… I’m sorry, Miss Riley. I can’t afford awyer. You can see how things are. <b>I </b><b>can </b>barely pay for my <b>own </b>medical bills right now. Fins <b>sorry </b>for wasting your time.”
Chadone’s tone softened, yet yed firm. “No need to worry about that, Mr. Leonard. You can pay me alter you receive yourpensation. I’m offering you a contingency fee agreement.”
Matthew’s <b>eyes </b>showed confusion. “A contingency fre?”
“That means if we lose the case, you won’t have to pay me anything.”
Matthew’s eyes widened, his expression shitting from doubt to cautious hope. <b>“</b><b>Is </b>that really possible?”
“Of course<b>.</b>” <b>Charlotte’s </b>voice was calm but confident
Then okay. Let’s do that.”
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“Great” Charlotte smiled, pulling <b>out </b>her notepad. “To get started, I’ll need some details about the case.
Jenny stood up, gently taking <b>Luna’s </b>hand. “Miss Riley, I’ll take us back to her room while you <b>two </b>talk.”
“Perfect.” Charlotte nodded.
After discussing the case with Matthew and noting down the important details, Matthew pulled out his phone.
“Miss Riley, that’s everything I can think of for now. But please feel free to ask me anything else you need. Would you like to exchange numbers or connect on WhatsApp?”
“Sure,” Charlotte agreed, taking out her phone and opening the app. “Here, 17 add you‘
Forwyers<b>, </b>exchanging contact information <b>with </b>elleists was perfectly nomial…