While we'd been speaking, Sonia's mother walked out with a bucket of water with some difficulty. I went over to help her and asked with uncertainty, "Do you drink this water?"
She nodded and answered, "This is no different from drinking water. You just need to boil it first. We are not so particular about it. A bottle of water outside costs eight dollars. If we save this money, we can buy more food for Rita."
The words came out of her mouth naturally. I paused for a moment and felt a little sad. I didn't know what to say. I helped her fill up the water dispenser, briefly explained some of the documents that I would need for the fund application, then left the hospital.
I didn't go home immediately. Instead, I went to the shopping mall and bought some clothes and supplies for the child. When I went back to the hospital again, I didn't see Sonia's mother. The child was asleep but woke up when she heard me walking in. She looked at me and said happily, "Madam, you are here again."
I nodded, put warm socks on her and asked, "Where's your grandma? Where did she go?"
She thought for a moment and said, "Uncle came just now. He wanted grandma's money. Grandma has gone to the police station. She must have asked the police must to arrest uncle."
I couldn't help but frown. Evan had said before that Sonia had a brother who was addicted to gambling. Presumably, he must have heard that Sonia had received the compensation, so he came to ask for money. I was afraid that there was nothing else in his eyes except gambling.
Looking at the water in the water dispenser, I called the number on it for the company. In a short while, someone sent some bottles of water over. Thinking that the child would have to stay here for a long time, I paid for a couple more and gave the receipts to Rita. Then, I said, "Rita, ask grandma to call the water delivery company for more water after you finished drinking the water in the water dispenser. Just give them these when they send the water over. Do you understand?"
She nodded. Although she was young, she could still understand what I said.
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