Recalling these past twenty years or so, Tomer felt deep sorrow.
Although so many years had passed, the memories washed over her like a relentless tide, battering her heart.
"Miss Fern, I do not know when I will see you again after your return to London this time," Tomer sighed.
She was very fond of this girl, who, despite experiencing such hardship in her childhood, could still maintain her kindness and gentleness.
Fortunately, Chris had been taking care of her all these years, which put Tomer at ease slightly.
"There will be opportunities," Yolanda smiled. "Tomer, you can also come to London to see me. You know my address."
"Yes, Miss Fern, do take care. Mr. Fern, please look after Miss Fern well on the journey. She's not in good health so please be patient. I'm counting on you."
Chris nodded, "I know, I will take good care of her."
"Is it not very hard work, being a doctor?" Tomer asked.
