Why it never ends

Chapter 321
In early summer, Turan pushed open the door, and Hesta in the ward looked back at her.

Hesta sits in a wheelchair. She is wearing a brand new AHgAs uniform today. The uppers of black ankle boots under her feet are surprisingly shiny, and there is no unnecessary wrinkle on the dangling trouser legs.

Her empty right sleeve hangs outside the armrest of the wheelchair, and her other hand, wearing a white glove, rests casually on the metal buckle of the belt around her waist.About 20 large and small ribbons are neatly pinned on Hesta's shoulders and sides. They are like a group of orderly arranged stars, shining on the black woolen cloth.

There is also a blue and white etched medallion below Hesta's left collar, which is half hidden in Hesta's shoulder-length red hair.Turan recognized the etched badge because she had one herself—it was a gift from Miss Valenti, and it said "Seeking help is an act of the strong."

"Wow, look who this is!" Turan smiled and walked quickly towards Hesta, "Are you going to board the ship dressed like this? Will it be too ostentatious—do you want to wear a wig again?"

"That's it," said Hesta softly, "I'm nobody now but Jane Hesta."

"Have you packed your luggage? The check-in time is four o'clock in the afternoon. We have to leave after lunch."

"It's all good."

"Where is your luggage list, let me go through it for you one last time."

Hesta handed over the phone.

Turan took the phone and turned around to open Hesta's suitcase. Before she could compare the items on the list, she was stunned.There are really not many things in the box. There are only a gold coin, a key, a somewhat worn red velvet blanket, a copy of "Origin", a bundle of postcards and letter paper tied together with fine hemp rope... …Turan immediately recognized some of them as the ones he had sent from PMRC last fall.

"...Is this all your luggage?"

"There is also an accordion." Hesta replied softly, "The person in charge of the base will help me deliver the things directly to the cabin where I live, so we don't need to carry them."

Turan raised his eyebrows: "What about other things? Your toothbrush and teacup, a change of underwear...?"

"Those daily necessities, new ones will be prepared on board." Hesta's voice was intermittent, and whenever the language got stuck, her left hand would lightly wave, "So I only need to...bring the most important things—— "

"But it's better to use your own for some close-fitting things?"

Hesta just watched her silently.

Turan sighed, "Forget it, you decide."

She closed the box again and put it in a small cart near the door, "Where's the ticket?"

"It seems that they haven't arrived yet. The base said that they will hand them over to the head nurse. I'll just go to her to get them before departure."

Turan nodded, and she looked around the room for a week, and took a final look at everything in this ward to check if there were any other omissions.

At this time, the ground was full of vitality, but most of the furnishings in the reserve underground hospital remained unchanged—except for the vase by Hesta's bedside.There are no flowers in today's vase, only some dark green eucalyptus, their round leaves with a bit of dark gray stretched out to the head of Hesta's bed.

Turan stepped forward to touch the leaves of Eucalyptus, and suddenly turned his head, "Since the first day I entered your ward, I felt that something was missing here, and I just suddenly realized what it is..."

Hesta tilted his head slightly, "What?"

"Where's your little table and rug? I remember you used to set up a tea break corner like that no matter where you went..."

Hesta frowned slightly, and turned to look at the empty corner behind her——it wasn't until Turan mentioned it that she realized that she had indeed forgotten something.

"Do you need to bring some furniture like that on board?" Turan looked down at his watch. "If you want, we should drive to the furniture city to look for it in time."

"...No need," Hesta whispered, "I haven't arranged it like that for...a long time."

"Really, since when did it start?"

Hesta lowered her eyes and thought for a while. It seemed that all this started when she moved into the basement of Ava's house. Since then, the strong need for a corner has never surfaced again.

"...It doesn't matter anymore," Hesta said softly, "Turan, can you push me up and walk again?"

"Okay," Turan walked behind Hesta, "let's go for a walk...by the way, commemorate your last day in the third district!"

……

Although it was already May, they still felt a bit cold when they walked under the shade of the tree. Turan finally pushed Hesta to a large lawn in front of the outdoor training ground.Hesta recognized this place at a glance. This is the place where Liz taught her to sing the battle song of the mercury needle.

Turan lay down next to Hesta's wheelchair, and she let out a sigh of relief as she pulled her hat over her face to block the light.

"Jane, do you have that hospital radio with you? Play some music and listen."

Hesta reached into his large pocket and took out an old radio.

She bent her head to fiddle with the machine, and to this day such delicate manipulations remain difficult for Hesta—when she tried to use a specific finger, her whole hand began to tremble uncontrollably.This is a side effect of some psychiatric drugs she is taking, but compared to the edema, tongue rolling, profuse salivation experienced in the past few months... simple hand and foot tremors are friendly enough.

Finally, Hesta successfully pressed the play button, and the conversation came over the radio.

"So can I generalize like this, you think the legacy left by the Duke of Villefort should actually belong to—"

Hesta turned the wheel lightly and switched the channel.

"Currently, the charity scandal caused by Bishop Yousef is still fermenting, and a large number of people are paying attention—"

Hesta turned the wheel again.

"Personally, I think that we—I mean all devout religious people—should put aside our prejudices and thank this public prosecutor, Ms. Robin, if she hadn't been aware of this long-planned crime in time—"

"Give it to me." Turan sat up, she took the radio in Hesta's hand, and quickly switched it to the classical music station, the piano sound replaced the human voice, Turan lay down again, "...Okay, clean gone."

"The matter of Sophie...isn't it over yet?" Hesta asked softly.

"Yeah, there was a lot of quarrels outside. A well-known bishop took advantage of legal loopholes to deceive a little girl who had just lost her parents so that she would donate all the inheritance she had just inherited-this kind of thing is never going to happen. can spark public opinion.”

"How...how is she now?"

"Who? Sophie?"

"Ah."

"I heard that Ms. Robin has applied for the identity protection procedure for minors. She should have changed her appearance by now and started a new life in a place where no one knows her." Turan put his hands behind his head, Changed his position and lay flat, "Do you know the news that Sophie's brother died in a fall last month?"

"……what?"

"It seems that because the servant who took care of him didn't pay attention for a while, the child jumped over the fence and fell from the window sill, with his head down, and he disappeared on the spot." Turan propped his cheeks and looked at Hesta, "This means So, that Miss Sophie could only inherit half of Villefort's property, but now the entire Villefort family's estate belongs to her alone."

(End of this chapter)