Cecelia Archer froze at her words.
’She lost a child? How could she know that? She can tell from the lines on my palm that I’ve lost a child?’
’This...’
It was as if her secret had been suddenly exposed. With Damien Vaughn staring at her with such a burning intensity, Cecelia was mortified and didn’t know what to say.
Just then, a colleague knocked on the hospital room door and came in.
"President Vaughn, so you’re here. Are you busy? Could I have a word with you?"
Damien Vaughn shot Cecelia a meaningful glance before turning to face the man.
"What is it? Something wrong?"
The colleague looked troubled and stammered hesitantly.
"Something’s come up at home. I know I shouldn’t be abandoning the team at a time like this, but my wife is home alone with our two kids, and they’re both sick. And with the New Year right around the corner..."
He was right. The New Year was almost here, and the company was about to hold its annual party to reward everyone. Yet here their engineering department was, suffering like this.
Damien’s original plan had been to send them back as soon as the floodwaters receded, but it seemed he would have to move up the schedule.
"I understand. It’s not easy for one person to handle two kids. Go out and tell everyone to pack their things. I’ll have a helicopter come pick you all up shortly."
The colleague was stunned. He hadn’t expected President Vaughn to be so accommodating.
"Really, President Vaughn? We’re leaving right away?"
"Of course. Your work here was already finished. There’s no point in staying any longer. When you get back, you can start your New Year’s holiday immediately."
The colleague ran out, overjoyed. Damien turned his head back, but just as he was about to continue their earlier conversation, Grandma King started crying again.
"You’re all going back? So soon. Sigh... Go on, then. It’s for the best that you go."
Damien was speechless.
Cecelia knew what was making Grandma King sad. She quickly moved to the bedside and hugged her.
She looked at Damien as she comforted the old woman.
"But it’s not the New Year yet, and the floodwaters are already receding, aren’t they? I don’t think we should leave right now."
Damien thought she was desperate to go back because she missed Candy, so he was a little surprised to hear her say that.
"What are you trying to say?"
Cecelia put on a righteous expression. "We spent over a month doing construction work on Windmount, but after this huge storm, everything’s back to square one. Not only have the villagers gained nothing, they’ve actually lost their homes."
"We can just pack up and go home for the New Year without any major losses. But them..."
Damien understood. "So you want to stay behind and redo over a month’s worth of work?"
Cecelia wasn’t sure what he was thinking, so she said tentatively.
"Using your money and your people, I know I might sound a bit naive, idealistic... It’s easy for me to say. But the Vaughn Group doesn’t lack this bit of money, and the news about our charity work is already out there. If we just give up halfway and let it all fizzle out..."
Damien didn’t like her hemming and hawing.
"You don’t need to consider the money. You don’t need to consider anything. Just tell me what you’re thinking."
With that, Cecelia felt emboldened to speak her mind. "This is what I was thinking."
She suggested Damien coordinate with the local authorities to build unified row houses for the villagers. They could select a location on higher ground and ensure proper drainage, seismic retrofitting, and sewage systems.
That way, no matter what severe weather came in the future, their walls wouldn’t collapse and their roofs wouldn’t cave in.
And by living closer together, everyone could look out for one another.
Also, that narrow path where she almost died had to have guardrails installed. Otherwise, an accident was just a matter of time.
Damien listened to her list of proposals, which all sounded very reasonable.


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