Chapter 7 The Big-Eyed Boy (II)(8)

 “Acquaintance.” I answered casually. At the same time, my mood was very complex, and I didn’t know whether it was the regret for little Harry, some doubts, or some uneasy feelings. It was amazing that a little boy who was seriously ill walked to a pond hundreds of meters away at night and fell into the water. How did he escape the guardianship of doctors, nurses and his parents? Why did he come here late at night?

I went to Mr. and Mrs. Wilsion and asked in a light tone, “What’s the matter?”
Mr. Wilson seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, he listened to me and was shocked, “Ah…Doctor Quentin, I don’t know. Last night, when we went to the toilet to discuss the next medical expenses, little Harry run out by himself. We searched for him all night, but we didn’t think of he…he…Whoop…Whoop…” After that, Wilson cried again, his hands were trembling.