Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 437

When they finally arrived, they were greeted by the sight of a crumbling, dilapidated shack. The mud walls were cracked and peeling, the roof was missing half its shingles, and thick moss coated the foundation. The yard was consumed by wildly overgrown weeds, littered with dead branches and rotting junk.

The stench of suffocating poverty hung heavy in the air.

Vivienne took one look at the miserable scene and her face contorted in disgust. In all her life, she had never imagined people could live in such squalor. A wave of uncontrollable revulsion twisted her stomach.

The boy's parents stepped out of the house. Startled by the sudden crowd, their eyes instantly hardened with defense and hostility. Mayor Henderson quickly stepped forward, using the local dialect to smooth things over, barely preventing them from kicking the group off the property.

Just as the tension started to ease and the Mayor felt he could reason with them, Vivienne abruptly pushed her way to the front. Being in this filthy environment for even a second made her skin crawl. She just wanted to grab the data and get out.

Lifting her chin, she spoke with a cold, abrasive arrogance, completely devoid of empathy or respect. "Bring out your sick child."

The moment the words left her mouth, the air in the yard froze.

The parents' faces turned dangerously dark. Their eyes flared with deep-seated fury, though they forced themselves to hold it back.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

A teenage boy slowly stepped out of the shadows.

Ethan kept his head down, his posture hunched, radiating a heartbreaking sense of insecurity and fear. He didn't dare look at the strangers. Because of his severe condition, his skin was as fragile as tissue paper. His face was covered in a horrifying patchwork of blistered, crusted sores. His hands had fused entirely, leaving him with no visible fingers—just two scarred lumps of flesh. The sight was startling and utterly tragic.

Vivienne was entirely unprepared for the gruesome reality of the disease. It was absolutely revolting!

All the blood drained from her face, and her pupils shrank in terror. The next second, she slapped a hand over her mouth, doubled over, and violently vomited right in front of them.

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