No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1562

Elisa rushed towards her.

While Gareth dealt with the man.

Elisa helped the girl to her feet and told her to stay still.

The girl clung to the bag of medicine she had been holding the entire time.

Noticing this, Elisa said comfortingly, "Don't worry. I'll pay for you."

The girl looked up at Elisa. She nodded meekly, expressing gratitude.

Elisa noticed the girl's clothes were riddled with holes at this close distance.

Her pants were also way too short for her.

It was distressing to see such a thing in present times.

"What's your name?" Elisa asked gently.

The girl studied Elisa before replying in a small voice, "Stacy Lynch."

Elisa gave her some pain medication. "Does it still hurt, Stacy?" She softly asked.

The girl started to tear up at the concern in Elisa's voice. "Please don't call the police, miss. Please! You can't call

the police. I just want to go home."

"Alright." Elisa wanted to ask her more questions but stopped when she heard the girl's tearful pleading.

Suddenly, they heard a cold and indifferent voice say, "Stop with eh good Samaritan act, and don't forget to pay."

They were mocking Elisa.

After all, in this day and age, medicine has become so affordable for anyone.

"Shut up." Elisa glared at them warningly.

If Elisa hadn't promised the girl to not call the police, she would have dragged the man by the hair to the police

station.

She escorted the young girl to the market entrance and watched the girl weave through the crowd. It was evidently

not her first time visiting the market.

Elisa was baffled. The girl was so young. What circumstances led her to be out stealing medicine on her own?

She was both confused and worried for the young girl.

Elisa decided to follow her.

Elisa followed her for a few blocks until they reached the end of Chamomile Street. The girl darted through the

gates of a small run-down-looking house.

Elisa peered into the house.

Not seeing anyone, she decided to leave when she heard a rasping cough coming from inside the house.

The voice was raspy and hoarse. Whoever it was must be extremely ill.

She came to a halt at the sound of the coughing.

Elisa pushed open the door and stepped into the house. Immediately, the foul stench of mold and decay hit her

nostrils. Her eyes started to water, but the house looked clean, to her surprise.

Elisa walked further into the house.

She came to a dimly lit room. In the room, there was a small bed with a thin mattress. On it lay a thin, emaciated

man.

The man had a sallow complexion, and the fetid odor came from him.

Hearing footsteps, the girl whipped around in fear. She calmed down when she saw it was Elisa.

"Miss, you followed me."

Her voice was small and timid.

Elisa nodded. Her throat suddenly felt scratchy, "Are you the only one taking care of him?"

"Yes. D-dad is sick…" Stacy said helplessly. She forced herself to smile at Elisa, "But he'll be better once he takes the

medicine. He has to."

Suppressing the urge to gag at the smell, Elisa approached the girl and reached for the medicine.

Fearing Elisa would take the medicine from her, Stacy's grip tightened around the bag. She eyed Elisa warily.

"You need to boil the herbs in water before giving him any. It'll be too difficult for him to swallow otherwise." Elisa

took the herbs from Stacy. Elisa quickly prepared the medicine with practiced hands before handing it back to

Stacy.

Elisa scanned the room and found a stool in the corner.