At first, she was a bit worried she couldn't handle it, but now that she was used to the work, her confidence had grown.
'See? My body isn't as weak as everyone says. I'm doing just fine as a volunteer. Nothing's happened to me at all, hehehe...'
Just as she was lost in her own little world, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, "Claire Sinclair?"
Claire Sinclair's body stiffened. She subconsciously glanced back and blurted out, "Teacher Hartwell!"
She saw Henry Hartwell leaning on a crutch, his left foot in a cast. He was disheveled and filthy, his clothes were grimy, and the stubble on his chin was long and messy. At first glance, you would have thought he was a beggar who had appeared out of nowhere.
If not for his familiar voice, Claire Sinclair would never have recognized him at first glance!
"Teacher Hartwell, what happened to you?"
"Claire Sinclair, what are you doing here?"
They spoke at the same time and began walking toward each other.
