Chapter-105: you are Wendy, How are you still alive?
Wendy Lark didn't expect this to happen. She squatted down and used her hand to check the breathing air. It was still moving that breathing. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Why are you crying? Hurry up and save him. Go find a doctor."
"Who has blood stopping medicine?" Adam smith winked and one of his men stepped forward, "Everyone, get out of the way. I will simply bandage it." After first aid, the bleeding stopped, but the patient never woke up.
The doctor also came to see him, felt his pulse, and said he didn't look well. "Your injuries are too severe. Your life is in danger. If you wake up tomorrow, you may still be saved."
Madam Lark was frantic, her eyes bloodshot, and she clung to the doctor's arm tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood. "Doctor, please, save my daughter's life. She can't die! Give her some medicine, no matter how expensive it is."
The doctor sighed silently, pitying the heart of all parents. "I'll prescribe some medicine for her to drink." Many people are destined to remain sleepless this night.
No matter how fierce the fight was, everyone put aside their prejudices when it came to human life, and everyone hoped that Jessica Lark would survive. Many people came to visit and said a few words of comfort. The second house was no exception.
The whole family took a look at the door and then pushed away by other people. After returning to the room, everyone felt very depressed. How could this happen? When they went to bed at night, Mary hugged Wendy Lark tightly and said.
"No matter what, don't commit suicide, understand?" Wendy Lark knew she was afraid, so she hugged her back gently, "I won't. Only by living can there be hope. Mom, don't worry. I'm not her."
"Ah." Mary sighed deeply, "That child has a miserable life." No one slept well that night, and Wendy Lark fell into a drowsy sleep only at dawn. "Wake up, Jessica Lark is awake."
Wendy Lark woke up from her sleep, got up, quickly put on her clothes and ran out without even having time to wash up. The entrance to the main house was crowded with women from the lark family, who formed a three layered circle around it.
When they saw Wendy Lark coming, they subconsciously made way for her. "Jessica Lark, are you okay?" Wendy Lark squeezed in and came to the bedside. Jessica Lark was lying on the bed with his eyes open.
His face was frighteningly pale and his eyes were dazed and confused, as if he was troubled by something. She glanced over, stunned, "You are... the third sister? How are you still alive?" Wendy Lark was stunned. This... seemed to be something wrong.
Adam smith and his group did not stop because of this and left early in the morning as planned. Wendy Lark just sighed softly and put this person out of her mind. Destined to be a passerby…
Everyone stayed in the town for a few days, made some money, and exchanged six carriages with others. It was a very fruitful experience. The third branch of the Lark family got a carriage as they wished.
Rita Lark happily picked up the brush and was about to sign her name on the contract. Yuna was a little worried and held her hand, "Rita, this should be signed by your father." The head of the family is here, so it is not the turn of the girls in the family to sign.
Sander Lark snorted coldly, "According to my opinion, we shouldn't have asked for a carriage. What about the one hundred coins of silver? When can we pay it back?"
He has never earned a penny by himself and relies entirely on his parents and brothers, but still lives a comfortable life. A trace of anger flashed in Rita lark's eyes.
Yes, he didn't care, because he and his young son were squeezed in the donkey cart, protected from the wind and rain. The donkey cart is Old Lady Lark's special seat. She loves her youngest son, so let's squeeze in together.
The grandsons are still young and don't take up much space. As for the granddaughters, they can just wish for themselves and I am completely blind to their suffering. "Mom, I will find a way to pay you back."
Since her father was unreliable, she had to stand up on her own and protect her mother and sister. Now that she has finally got a chance, she will not give up. Yuna felt bitter.
Her husband was incapable of taking responsibility and instead let his daughter shoulder the heavy responsibility. She was useless. She didn't give birth to a son, so she had no confidence when she spoke and she brought trouble to her two daughters.
Sander Lark was a confused man who only cared about his own comfort. "Whoever signed the document will be responsible for it."
"Okay." Rita lark signed her name without hesitation and got the carriage as she wished. Although it is only 60% new, it has horses and carriages, and can shelter from wind and rain. Her eyes were red with excitement, and she called to her mother and sister.
"Hurry up and get in the car. We have a carriage, and I have learned how to drive it." If you prepare a little more supplies, you can get through the winter safely.
The seven year old Lark Rica cheered and climbed onto the carriage impatiently, touching this and that, extremely happy. Yuna was also very happy, as the three of them, mother and daughter, finally had a home.
Unexpectedly, Sander Lark said, "By the way, let your Aunt Moore and Aunt Hall get in the car as well." These two Mistresses were his favorites, and Mistress Hall was the one who gave birth to his son, so naturally he was a little partial to them.
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