The President’s Five Children

“You’re right,” Jay nodded, “I’ll hang it around my neck then, if you don’t see it around my neck next time, you’ll remind me, is that okay?”

Without waiting for Yembi to reply, Bruno had already spoken, “What’s the point of being so complicated, nowadays all these wheelchairs have spare remotes, if you lose it you can just get a new one.

What, Mr. Jay, can’t afford a new remote control?”

In his tone, there was already a bit of hostility.

Jay, however, as if he didn’t feel it, even nodded his head along with Bruno’s words, “Yes, you’ve reminded me that I can prepare a few more spare remotes.”

With that, he rummaged through the small bag underneath the wheelchair and pulled out a new remote control, handing it directly to Yembi.

“Mr. Jay, what are you doing?” Yembi froze.

Jay had a smile on his face, “Mr. Newman reminded me earlier that instead of having you remind me if I’ve lost a remote, I’d rather just have you keep one for me.”

As he said that, he also looked at Yembi with a solemn face, “Yembi, after having this remote control, my life is considered to be handed over to you for control, from now on, I will follow your command in whichever direction you want me to go.”

What was clearly said was the function of the remote control, but to Bruno’s ears, it became harsh.

Hell, why did that sound like a confession.

Or was Jay indeed confessing?

“Still going or not?” Bruno asked impatiently.

Jay retracted his gaze fondly, “Yembi, why don’t you go back to the hospital room, we’ll come up as soon as we get our stuff.”

With those words, the elevator doors slowly closed.

This time Bruno remembered to press the button for the first floor and the elevator slowly descended.

What he didn’t know was that Yembi stood frozen in the elevator bay, looking down at the remote control in her hand, only to feel it sink in.

More heavy than the remote control in his hand, is that heart.

Even, it was with pain.

So strange.

She clearly said that she didn’t need Bruno to be responsible, and that she would maintain a friend relationship with Bruno from now on.

But why was it still so hard when she heard Bruno say that he didn’t like her?

–

Downstairs, Bruno finally saw the last gift prepared by Jay.

It was a huge bouquet of roses.

There were at least a thousand of them, and they were made of expensive, rare red roses.

Even in the dimly lit night, the appearance of this bouquet was the meeting point of all eyes.

Many of the girls had already started whispering.

“Oh my god, this flower is so beautiful, I’ve never seen such a good looking rose before!”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Wipe your saliva, then look at the man next to you, isn’t it better looking than a rose? It’s a pity it’s just in a wheelchair.”

“What’s wrong with a wheelchair, if there’s such a handsome man who’s still willing to buy me such a nice looking rose, I’ll nod my head immediately and say I’m willing!”

Bruno: “…”

What is wrong with these girls.

You have to say yes just for a few roses?

It’s just roses, what’s so unusual about that!

“Come on Mr. Newman, I think Yembi will be happy when she sees the flowers later.” Jay spoke up.

But Bruno was sullen and directly took the flower out of Jay’s hand.

“Mr. Newman, what are you doing?” Jay was filled with confusion.

Bruno replied in a cold voice, “Yembi is allergic to pollen, if you send her flowers, she’s afraid that she won’t be able to get out of the hospital until tomorrow.”

“That’s so.” Jay nods his head thoughtfully, “I didn’t realize you knew Yembi quite well!”