"I heard your sister's health isn't very good, so I decided to come by after I finished my tasks to check on her..." Lynch sucked on his oily fingers, an action that made Helen's parents very happy.

In the Federation Society, there are many ways to acknowledge others. Depending on different methods, the acknowledgment can result in more direct and positive responses.

Lynch sucking his fingers means he is very satisfied with Helen's mother's dinner. This is not only related to her daughter's job issue but also serves as a motivation for her. After all, telling this story is an accomplishment worth bragging about—Mr. Lynch ate the beef ribs I made and sucked his fingers!

Alright, she might not say it so upfront, but she will hint to let people know. Faces will show complex expressions of envy, jealousy, and resentment. This might be the only thing that can bring happiness in this unpleasant season.

"Oh, dear, look at me..." Helen's mother quickly handed Lynch a napkin. After thanking her, Lynch wiped his oily hands.

Helen didn't know how to express herself; her heart was pounding rapidly, and she became tongue-tied. In fact, she had a lot to say, like why Lynch refused to see her when she went to the address on his business card today.

Like, why Lynch could find her despite not knowing where she lived.

Like...

She had many questions to ask and many things to say, but suddenly, she didn't know how to express them. It probably had something to do with her heart racing intensely; she felt a bit at a loss.

"I've seen your sister, and I heard her illness is quite unique, right?"

Lynch's question pulled Helen back from a certain state. She quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, she has a very strange illness..."

Helen's sister's illness can't really be described as a conventional disease. It's potentially fatal but not so dangerous, as long as the patient has the money.

Simply put, this illness causes uncontrollable spasms in the patient's body. It's very painful for those who have experienced such agony.

Most of the muscles throughout the body spasm, potentially affecting breathing and the heart, much like allergy sufferers whose reactions are mostly harmless, such as skin rashes, itching, or slight swelling.

But if the trachea, alveoli, or even the heart undergo allergic reactions, it can be fatal.

Every year, the Federation sees some people suffocated to death due to breathing problems caused by allergic reactions, as well as cases of allergic shock or sudden death.

Helen's sister's illness is quite similar; as long as she undergoes daily physical therapy to completely relax the muscles, complemented by muscle-relaxing medication, her condition won't be severe, and she'll be no different from a normal person.

But lacking medication or physical therapy would worsen her condition.

Even worse, her mood and living environment could impact her illness, which is even more troublesome!

Previously, they weren't worried about this issue. At that time, Helen's parents had decent jobs, and with their help, she secured a position in a large company right after graduation, but everything fell apart due to the financial crisis.

Speaking of this, Helen suddenly became a bit nervous. She looked at Lynch and asked hesitantly, "Did I get the job?"

She clasped her hands together with fingers interlocked, showing a pleading expression like a helpless little animal displaying human emotions.

Lynch showed no obvious expression of bias, and he even seemed a bit serious, causing Helen's heart to sink. Lynch even shook his head, deepening her despair; she was almost ready to give up.

"I've thought about it for a day, and besides you, I can't think of anyone else who could handle this job!" Lynch then spoke some surprising words, taking Helen a moment to react.

So much so that she wasn't sure if what she heard aligned with her thoughts and what Lynch said. She had to tentatively ask, "Does this mean I got the job?"

This time Lynch finally nodded, "Yes, you could say that."

She no longer cared about Lynch's prior teasing incidents; after she indulged in a cheer and shared the good news with her parents hiding in their room, she reappeared before Lynch, gasping for breath.

She was so happy, so excited, not knowing how much Lynch would pay her, but she believed it wouldn't be a low amount.

Even if Lynch were a stingy person, he still had to obey Federation laws, right?

The minimum hourly wage law in the Bupen Region would allow her to earn almost three hundred and ten dollars a month. While it might not instantly improve her and her family's lives, at least it wouldn't let things slide further.

All of this, in such a desperate situation, was good news that made the girl extremely joyful and happy. Every cell in her body seemed to be singing, and she couldn't control the smile on her face. She wanted to appear calm before Lynch but soon couldn't help but smile.

"You know... I really need this job!" she said, explaining her somewhat frenzied behavior. "I'm so happy!"

"It's apparent!" Lynch confirmed.

But soon, the girl became more curious, "Can you tell me, why me?"

"Why did I get this job? You know, like you said, there must be people better than me applying. Why me?"

"I'm not the most beautiful, nor the most capable. Why did you choose me?" Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Indeed, every girl's heart is pink; when she's very emotional, there are bound to be some chaotic thoughts racing through her mind.

Why am I not the chosen one?

Who decides that?

She looked at Lynch, trying hard to steady her breath that had become rapid due to her emotions, becoming more profound, as if fearing she'd disturb Lynch's answer.

Lynch also looked at her, and they gazed at each other. At this moment, Lynch was almost perfect in the girl's eyes, as if his entire being, from his hair strands to the possibly thin layer of dead skin at his heels, was radiating golden light.

Sometimes emotional eruptions are sudden, needing no prolonged brewing.

She took a step forward, her rapidly quivering eyelashes betraying her intense emotional shifts. She gazed at Lynch, and the distance between them drew closer, making the atmosphere slightly romantic.

If this were a studio, following the script and director's normal thinking, the next scene would be the long-anticipated kiss scene. But Lynch's thought process might differ slightly from the norm.

He suddenly took a step back, "I can hardly imagine how awful it would be to taste garlic from your mouth while kissing. How about brushing your teeth first?"

The girl was stunned again, and her face immediately turned exceptionally red, as if it could burst with blood at the slightest prick.

She hadn't had lunch, and starving on the way back, she bought a pie. Not wanting her family to notice her condition, but having this suddenly mentioned by Lynch, she felt like she'd rather find a hole to crawl into.

Too embarrassing!

She turned to leave but was pulled back by Lynch. So close, she could even smell the garlic coming from her mouth and breath, prompting Lynch to lean back slightly.

"You asked me why I chose you, of course, you're right."

"There are girls more outstanding than you, graduates from prestigious universities, and even those from the Saint Harmony Alliance Academy."

"And there are some extraordinarily beautiful ones whose figures make you think of which cigarette to smoke afterward the moment you see them."

"You're not the best, nor the prettiest..."

Lynch reached out through the girl's hair, touched her scorching cheek, "But you need it more than anyone. Destiny heard your prayers and told me to let me disperse the clouds for you..."

...

Dinner continued after a brief calming of emotions. Helen's family and Lynch sat together, savoring the sumptuous meal.

In fact, Lynch arrived earlier than Helen had imagined. He was considerate enough to prepay a sum as an advance salary to solve the awkwardness the old couple faced when they had nothing to host Lynch with.

Enjoying the lavish dinner, watching her parents' relaxed smiles, observing her sister and Lynch whispering on the side, it seemed as though all worries vanished with Lynch's arrival.

Never before, Helen had never felt such unrestrained breath feeling so pleasant. Her face also adorned a smile as the sun-shading clouds gently retreated and a streak of light tore through the skyfull of gray haze, illuminating her heart. At this moment, she was grateful.

Grateful to Lynch, grateful to destiny, grateful for everything.

After dinner, the elderly couple thoughtfully withdrew along with their younger daughter to rest in their room, leaving the living room for Lynch and Helen.

Sitting on the sofa, commenting on the meal just enjoyed, "Maybe not as tasty as those made by chefs in hotels, but you know what? Your mother's dinner reminded me of one word, home."

"It has a family-exclusive taste, not dazzling, not shocking, nor does it evoke too many complex feelings. Just plain, yet radiating warmth and joy..."

Leaning on the sofa, watching Lynch, Helen suddenly asked, "Want to try?"

Lynch seemed a bit puzzled, "Try what?"

"I secretly brushed my teeth earlier, and didn't eat garlic tonight. Want to try?"

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