<strong>Chapter 750:</strong>


    Once they were out of earshot, Lacey said, “Hey, you need to be more cautious. Haven’t I told you not to get too close to strangers? What if they’re bad ones?”


    Jete pouted. “But he seems nice,” she mumbled. “And handsome too. And anyway, you wouldn’t have brought him here if he was bad. You let me meet him because you know he’s okay, right?”


    Jete shed a cheeky grin, looking utterly adorable. A smile tugged at Lacey’s lips. She lightly tapped Jete’s head. “Oh, you.” She chuckled.


    Jete rubbed her head, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Can we keep him?” she pleaded. “I really like him. I want him to live with us.”


    “No,” Lacey said firmly, crouching down to look Jete in the eye. “He has a wife and kids, his own family. He can’t be part of ours. Do you get it?”


    Jete nodded, though she didn’t fully grasp what Lacey meant. Her face fell in disappointment. “But if he has a family, why did they leave him all alone?” she questioned, her brow furrowed. “He looked so pathetic. He might have died if you hadn’t treated him in time. Is that how families are supposed to treat each other?”


    Lacey struggled to find an answer. She was just as puzzled. Judging by the way Jake spoke, he seemed to havee from a well-off background. How did he end up in such a state? Maybe there was more to the story. He did mention wanting to find his wife and children.


    Lacey pushed the thoughts aside. It wasn’t her concern, after all.


    A few days passed, and Jake’s condition improved significantly. He was finally able to get out of bed.


    The rain continued to fall.


    Jake decided to explore his surroundings. He found himself in a small vige nestled beside a river. It seemed to be west of Burmoos, but still quite a distance away. He hadn’t realized he had been carried so far.


    A sudden gust of wind made Jake shiver. He frowned.


    Just then, Jete toddled over, clutching a small nket in her hands, and offered it to Jake with a sweet smile. “Here. Cover yourself up so you don’t get sick,” she chirped.


    The sight of Jete brought Elma’s face shing back to Jake’s mind. He felt a pang of genuine concern for Elma, her situation weighing heavily on his heart.


    Jake managed a weak smile. “Thank you.”


    Jete giggled, her small voice echoing in the room. “Don’t thank me,” she said. “Thank Lacey!”


    Jake turned his head, following Jete’s gaze, and saw Lacey standing quietly by the doorway. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed Lacey’s face. She quickly averted her gaze, her expression returning to its usual stoicism. Jake offered a slight nod in greeting.


    Lacey walked toward him, her voice soft as she inquired, “Do you like children?”


    Feeling a surge of gratitude toward Lacey for saving him, Jake replied gently, “Not particrly, but I think Jete is adorable.” Elma’s name remained unspoken. He simply wasn’t up to discussing the situation.


    Lacey nodded slowly, her eyes drifting toward Jete. Jete was happily sshing in a small tub of water, her joyfulughter filling the room.


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