Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The young blonde nurse widened her eyes: "I'm sorry, Katie." She tightened the paper box in her arms: "This is Mr. Lawrence's relic."

The nurse at the front desk pointed to another cardboard box on the table and said, "The boxes containing the memories of these old guys are all the same. They are all relics. Please help me. I have to make a long-distance call later."

Caroline couldn't believe it and confirmed with her again: "You mean, let me throw these two boxes of relics into the trash can behind the hospital?"

threw?

The nurse had obviously seen a lot of this kind of kindness from young girls.

She nonchalantly stretched out her index finger from behind the stage, hooked a corner of the box in Caroline's arms, raised her hips, stretched her neck to peek inside - and then slumped back in her swivel chair in boredom.

"Some garbage."

Knitted sweaters, old-fashioned wide-brimmed hats, gloves with holes in them, and metal pendants.

Nothing valuable.

"You didn't meet his family while you were taking care of him, did you? I mean, except for the initial formalities."

Caroline shook her head in response to the nurse's question.

"That's it." The nurse shrugged. "No family will come to claim the remains of such a person, unless..."

"Unless there's gold in the box."

The woman in her thirties sitting at the front desk said sarcastically, "These vultures won't miss any opportunity. As children, they know how much money their parents have better than we do. If no one comes to claim it, don't waste your energy."

The nurse impatiently pushed the box on the counter towards Caroline.

"Listen to me, the new girl with an excess of kindness."

"Hold these two light boxes, drink the yogurt I gave you, and then."

"Just go to the garbage station and you'll know."

Caroline frowned and hugged the two boxes together. Although she disagreed with the nurse's words...

"So it's okay if I don't throw them?"

The nurse lowered her head and focused on marking on the form: "Whatever you want, female Jesus."

Caroline glared at the nurse who lowered her head angrily, then walked around the front desk with the box in her arms and turned into the security passage with clattering steps.

It's right opposite the garbage station they pass by every day after get off work.

Putting down the box and smoothing her blonde hair, the young nurse gently opened a row of trash cans placed in front of the garbage station entrance.

A surprising scene.

Every trash can is filled with...

Paper box.

Two identical paper boxes stacked at her feet.

Old people’s clothes, torn photos, medical records, smelly and cracked leather shoes…

The important thing is, the nurse was right.

No one will really claim this "junk".

There is no love here at all.

It's just a bunch of business.

Good people are not welcome in business places. Not only will they be laughed at by businessmen, but they will also be rejected by the tools of the transaction.

“So I quit.”

In the bar, Caroline said drunkenly to her bestie. She swallowed half a cup of amber liquid, with a bright face and slightly messy blonde hair - an enviable girl.

"Then you should plan it carefully."

The black friend with a ponytail clinked her glasses with the empty glass in front of Caroline.

"I really don't know why you choose to be a caregiver given your conditions." She looked Caroline up and down: "To be honest, even as your sister, I am a little jealous of you."

"Sisters have to be more jealous." Caroline squinted her tipsy eyes and smiled jokingly: "I like this profession. Coincidentally, that hospital made me more determined in my choice. Many people need care, gentle and loving companionship instead of rough and sloppy treatment."

“We are not born in a dignified way, but we may leave in a dignified way.”

My best friend shook her head in disapproval: "Not only do you have to face death frequently in your job, you may also have to appease those grumpy old guys. The company I told you about last time..."

Before she could finish her words, her 'idealist best friend', Miss Caroline, had already pushed a cut-out list across the table.

Ok.

My bestie glanced down.

Private care worker.

Full-time, room and board included.

Two thousand dollars a week.

no more, no less.

The reason why she said it was not much was because the mental and physical effort required by the profession of caregiver was worthy of the salary. Considering the thoughtfulness of her best friend Caroline, she didn't think three thousand or thirty thousand was too much - of course, there must be a friend filter mixed in here.

A lot, because of the general environment.

In any case, this salary is already above average.

Even up a lot.

"Food and lodging are included, which means that you don't have to spend any other money if you live there full-time... They are a very generous family." The black girl frowned more and more as she looked at it: "Isn't it a bit remote? The town is sparsely populated and so far away from where we live..."

"It only takes two hours to drive there." Caroline held the note with one hand and pulled it back, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining: "You always say that I have 'unnecessary kindness'. Now, I use it to make some money. What do you say?"

"I can't convince you, Caroline. Anyway...be careful."

"Hmm, respect for kindness?"

"I'm afraid I have to respect you Caroline, for leaving such a good job..."

Her best friend kept chattering, and Caroline imitated her, acting strangely but just opening her mouth without saying anything.

"Alright, alright, sooner or later you will be punished for your foolish kindness..."

Her best friend rolled her eyes, put down her wine glass heavily, and pulled Caroline to the dance floor.

Chapter 2 The Cold Mrs. Devereux

Traces of the manor can be vaguely seen in Mrs. De's big house - even though more than half of the surrounding area has been demolished and some public facilities have been built in its place, the remaining part is still so large that Caroline is astonished.

Rust climbed up the bolt and the entire huge iron gate, and red rust spread along the mottled path; driving through, the garden in the private residence was well-maintained, a bit like a park built in the city - a tourist 'attraction' for tourists to take pictures.

She filled up the gas tank on the way to the town, and the road became increasingly uneven as she drove further in. After a bumpy ride, the tulips, roses, and other brightly colored natural plants finally comforted the girl's anxious heart for a short time.

A purple butterfly flapped its wings and jumped over her head as she pushed open the car door. She rang the doorbell, and an old woman opened the door.

A slightly lighter-looking woman with the same blonde hair, the fat woman on her face made her look younger, but the wrinkles when she stretched out her hands or frowned showed her age all the time.

"Please come in."

The woman who asked her to call herself "De" led her into the huge building half coldly and half strangely, through the dimly lit and humid archway without saying a word.

Until they came to the back of the building.

In a garden built by Mrs. De herself.

The gray picture turned colorful in an instant - Caroline could even hear the clear chirping of birds: the purple butterfly that was fluttering above her head was visiting each flower in the garden in turn with its companions; the trellises were covered with purple agate-like grapes, the bright brown giant tree and its spreading green cast a refreshing shadow on the lawn, and a metal wheelchair was parked around the spherical flower buds.

The man sat there quietly, not knowing whether he was listening to the birds singing or chasing the flocks of butterflies that came by with his eyes.

Mrs. De pursed her lips and pushed the fat on her face to the side. She ignored Caroline and walked lightly towards the figure sitting in the wheelchair.

Then, she half-knelt down beside him and whispered something.

The figure did not respond.

"I guess this is true love."

Caroline jumped when the voice came from behind her.

"Come on, let me pass for a moment." A handsome man in a white shirt and black vest was holding a box of documents and pushing the glass door with his shoulder, with a hearty smile on his face: "The dedication of old-fashioned love, just like what is written in the book."

He has a charming smile.

Caroline thought.

"You are Caroline, right?"

"I'm sorry if I came..."

"Oh no, it's okay. Mrs. De is often busy taking care of Ben, and I..." He raised the box: "They have too many things to sort through."

After putting down the box, the man formally rolled up his sleeves and shook Caroline's dry and warm hands.

Still that enthusiastic smile.

"Luke. Luke Marshall. Real estate attorney. We talked on the phone, remember?"

Caroline then matched the voice with the person - he was the one she had called for the job application and talked to...

"I remember it now."

Seeing that Caroline's eyes were always on the huge cardboard box and the thick documents inside, Luke smiled and explained, "These things may take a month to sort out, and Mrs. De doesn't know much about these recruitment matters, so I'll help out - of course, for the sake of the commission." The man winked at Caroline cunningly.

Lawyers are not cheap.

"You told a fairy tale that everyone knows, but if you want to make every penny, you will have troubles." Luke cast his eyes towards the two old men cuddling in the garden, "He doesn't have much time left, I have to hurry."

Caroline glanced at the old man sitting quietly in the wheelchair and said, "I understand. It must be very difficult for his wife."

Luke said nothing and raised his voice towards the garden.

"Violet."

He called the woman over and introduced the two to each other.

"Ms. Caroline Ellis, the recruit you asked me to help put out, remember? She used to work at the nursing home. Caroline, this is Ms. Violet Devereux."

Just like before, the hostess seemed unhappy with Caroline. She nodded coldly and turned into the house.

Caroline and Luke looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, your arrival is not good news for her right now."

"I understand." Caroline had seen Mrs. Bede who was even more cold and troublesome. It was nothing. She moved her eyes to the wheelchair: "So... he can't move or speak now?"

"Sadly…yes. The stroke left him completely paralyzed."

"To what extent?"

"All."

Luke led Caroline to Mr. Ben's wheelchair.

"It happened probably last month, in the attic. Mrs. De found him there." The lawyer walked to the wheelchair with his hands in his pockets and lowered his head: "Ben? Are you okay? Someone is here to take care of you - this is Caroline, Miss Caroline Ellis."

The gray hair like dead grass grew in crooked shapes on the top of his head. The old man had a bleak face and stared at the lawn in front of him for a long time without saying a word.

His hands were positioned in a clasped position, with his palms resting on a cane stuck in the soil.

"Hello Ben, I'm Caroline."

Caroline half-knelt gently in front of the wheelchair.

…………

……

"Mrs. De?"

"I've finished unloading my luggage."

"Lady Violet?"

"Violet Devereux...?"

In the evening, Caroline tidied up her room, but the fat middle-aged woman did not respond, as if she was not at home - the house was too big.