?Chapter 561:


    The women were silent, their eyes shifting toward a woman in the corner.


    Everyone remained silent, their eyes turning toward a woman in the corner.


    The woman’s skin was weathered and distinctly red, like that of a seasoned fisherman, rough and aged beyond her years.


    Eileen’s eyes widened in recognition. The woman was Zelda Dury, the one who had posted the video seeking Bryan’s rtives.


    “Who are you?” Zelda asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.


    “We’re Bryan’s family,” Eileen said, smiling warmly at Zelda. “Can you take us to him? I’ll give you two hundred thousand dors in cash as a token of my gratitude.”


    The offer of such a substantial sum caused a ripple of whispers among the gathered fishermen.


    But Zelda’s face remained impassive. “I can take you to him, but I can’t promise he’ll leave with you.”


    As Zelda stood up, Eileen noticed the empty sleeve where Zelda’s left arm should have been.


    A wave of sympathy swept over Eileen. She decided then to have the medical team examine Zelda and provide her with an artificial limbter.


    Eileen and the others followed Zelda, arriving at a small yard shortly after.


    Scattered around the yard were various woven baskets filled with fish and shrimp. The salty tang of the sea breeze filled the air.


    But what truly seized Eileen’s attention was the familiar figure in the yard.


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    Bryan moved slowly and awkwardly, a shadow of his former self. Yet, to Eileen, he was still her guiding light, the one she cherished most.


    Taking a deep breath, Eileen tried to calm the surge of emotions in her heart, but it was in vain.


    She rushed to Bryan, her voice trembling. “Why did you leave the hospital so suddenly?”


    Bryan ignored her, just as he had yesterday. He moved slowly, awkwardly, and did something clumsily.


    Eileen stood there, watching him. He was sorting dried fish and shrimp with great effort.


    It was a simple task, but now, it seemed incredibly difficult for him.


    Though it took him nearly five minutes to ce a single fish, he tackled the job with utmost seriousness.


    He looked just like he did when he was working in front of theputer before.


    His once graceful hands, reminiscent of a pianist’s, were now marred by countless small scratches.


    Eileen felt her heart ache, her breathing bingbored.


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