Basil Palmer's eyes welled up with tears, moved by the loneliness of his daughter that he wasn't unaware of. But he had to work to support the family; her condition was like a bottomless pit, sustained solely by money.
It's rare to find someone who actively approaches his daughter, is willing to befriend her, and doesn't look at her as if she's diseased like others do. Basil Palmer was truly grateful.
Ava Kent entered the back room and saw Julius Goodman at the table eating. Judging by the thermos, it seemed Amy Goodman had brought it over.
"Julius."
Ava placed the thermos on his table and unscrewed the lid, "I brought you some soup, drink it up quickly."
Julius Goodman looked at the soup in her hand with a hint of helplessness. Lately, he'd been having so much nutritional supplement that he started developing pimples.
With a sigh, he pressed Ava to sit on the stool beside him and pointed at a pimple near his nose wing, "Ava, do you see what this is?"
