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Chapter 143

    Chapter 143


    “Didn’t you just go see the kid this morning? Howe you haven’t had a chance to talk to him yet?”


    Elysia sighs, “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”


    “Hmm?”


    “Before we went there today, the wild man said that if I could spend enough ten minutes with his son,


    I’d be rewarded ten thousand dors, in cash.”


    “Holy shit, isn’t that a giveaway?”


    “I thought so at that time, but not to mention ten minutes, I was kicked out by Elijah in just three


    minutes.”


    Blossom gasped, her wide–eyed shock unmistakable.


    “Does he have a history of violence or something?”


    *Bipr disorder, so yeah, he can be impulsive. And when he has an episode… let’s just say he


    doesn’t just smash vases. He’s been known to hurt himself, too.”


    Blossom paused, her voice tinged with concem. “You know, I’ve worked with a lot of kids, but they’ve all


    been healthy. I’ve never had to deal with anything like this.”


    “Well, of course you haven’t,” Elysia replied. “Kids with mental health issues don’t usually go to regr


    schools. They’re often introverted, unwilling to open up and connect with others.”


    “It’s just heartbreaking, you know? You wish all kids could be happy and healthy.”


    Elysia let out a soft sigh. “With Elijah, it’s a tough situation.”


    “So what’s the wild man saying now? If his son won’t even let you near him, does that mean he’ll stop


    bothering you?”


    “I think so. He hasn’t reached out since I left. Probably realized I’m not the one who can help Elijah and


    has given up on me.”


    Blossom shrugged. “Maybe that’s for the best. You didn’t want to get too involved with him anyway.”


    Elysia nodded. “Yeah, that’s true.”


    But as much as she said she didn’t want to be involved, theck of contact from him was strangely


    unsettling. She couldn’t help but feel anxious about Elijah.


    Blossom continued, “The design industry is cutthroat these days. There are more designers than jobs,


    and thepetition is fierce. Honestly, you might be better off focusing on child education, maybe even


    specializing in special needs. There’s a real demand for that.”


    Elysia was pulled back from her thoughts. “I’ve been looking.into certification for special education.


    Gotta get that paper first.”


    ow, you’re actually lucky.


    speaking, leaving Jindale City


    “Exactly, it’s all about the credentials now. Without them, schools and parents won’t trust you. But yo


    Bumping into Corbin and helping him has made you somewhat of a name in their circles. Profession


    might not be the smartest move. Corbin’s family could lead to a lot of resources and referrals.” Elysia


    understood what Blossom meant. There were many kids like Corbin and Elijah, struggling with mental


    health issues, and their families oftenworked.


    With Corbin’s improvement, her reputation had been bolstered. Elijah had sought her out based on


    Corbin’s progress, and more parents


    could follow.


    As much as she wished for all children to be healthy, reality was different. Many needed help, and she


    could support herself by providing that help, much like a doctor treats patients.


    Staying in Jindale City could mean a flourishing career, but…cking certification was a major obstacle.


    And deep down, she didn’t want to raise her kids in this city, with all its painful memories.


    Shaking her head, Elysia made up her mind/“I still want to leave Jindale City. Find a new ce to call


    home.”


    Blossom nodded understandingly. “Whatever you decide, you’ve got my support. And hey, with the way


    things are connected these days, wherever you settle down, I’ll be there in a heartbeat to visit.”


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