FreeGoodNovelChapter 844 Chapter 844: The woman was disabled. One of her arms had been amputated at the shoulder, and she only had half of her left thigh. The empty leg of her pants was knotted neatly. The boy beside her had signs of cerebral palsy. His limbs moved awkwardly, and his facial muscles twitched involuntarily.
Carrie's heart clenched, but she quickly composed herself, smoothing her expression into a warm smile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPeople in such situations were often highly sensitive. A single misplaced reaction-pity, discomfort—could wound them deeply.
The boy noticed her smile and grinned back. "Hello, Miss. You look pretty." Hearing his voice, the woman looked up. When she recognized Kyson, her face lit up. She reached for the crutch beside her, ready to stand. "Mr. Webster, here to buy fruit again?" Kyson quickly stepped forward. "I can do it myself. No need to trouble yourself." The woman hesitated, then nodded and sat back down. Her gaze moved to Carrie, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Mr. Webster, is this your girlfriend?" She asked, then turned to Carrie with a friendly smile. "I've never seen Mr. Webster with any girl other than his sister." "This is my best friend's cousin." Kyson's gaze brushed lightly across Carrie's face, his voice casual but with a hidden warmth. "I'm always busy with work. I'm hardly relationship material. I don't have the tor energy to take care of a girlfriend properly, and that wouldn't be fair to her." Your source of stories: galnovдls.☐☐☐ The woman, experienced in reading emotions, caught the flicker of affection in Kyson's eyes and smiled knowingly. "You can't always put others first. Sometimes, you need to think about yourself too." "We'll see," Kyson said with a small smile before grabbing a plastic bag and walking into the store.
Carrie followed, taking in the simple selection of fruits-apples, oranges, watermelons. None of them looked particularly special. Kyson picked up a small apple and handed it to her. "Try this. It's much better than Red Delicious." The woman laughed. “These are apples grown in sandy soil. The cores are almost honey-like, and they're sweeter than honey itself. No pesticides, all-natural. They might not look perfect, but they're safe to eat.” "Delicious! Sweet! Sweet!" The woman's son clapped his hands enthusiastically.
The woman turned to him with a loving smile, washed an apple in a basin of clear water, and handed it to him. "Here." Kyson took out a tissue, carefully wiped an apple's skin, then used a small knife to cut a slice. He handed it to Carrie.
The apple was incredibly sweet, its flesh nearly translucent like crystallized honey.
Carrie took a bite, and the natural fragrance filled her mouth. There was none of the usual tartness—just pure sweetness.
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She wasn't particularly fond of apples, but she found herself eating stice after Slice.
As she picked up another piece, she asked casually, "How did you find a hidden gem like this?" Kyson smiled slightly, but before he could answer, the woman spoke up eagerly.
She said, "Mr. Webster helped us open this store. I used to sell fruit at a street stall near the university He'd pass by everyday after work and always bought a few pounds from me. But when the city started cracking down on street vendors, I had nowhere to go.
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