Chapter 42 Chapter 42 [VIP]
After Dick's identity was revealed, Arthur was not as embarrassed as before. Perhaps it was because he had received too little help in the past, and when interacting with kind people who helped him, he always tried to express his gratitude, but he was not good at socializing at all, and his tone was cautious, which made him seem very humble.
But he realized that Dick's status and position were vastly different from theirs, a level Arthur could never reach in his entire life. Even if he wanted to repay them, he felt powerless. Sometimes, the kindness of others could become a burden. But this confirmed...
Dick had already helped them once. He possessed wealth beyond the reach of ordinary people, yet he was so enthusiastic, gentle and polite. At least he was purely helping them and had no intention of taking Megan away from him. Arthur felt guilty for his presumptuous speculation, but his mood gradually relaxed.
The young man he was facing was very observant and undoubtedly noticed this change.
Dick understood what the other party meant. Arthur was wary of anyone with ulterior motives and did not dare to put Megan in danger. As for why he had such an idea, it was inseparable from their previous living environment. Being at the bottom of society meant that everything needed for survival had to be fought for, and it also required efforts that ordinary people could not achieve in order to get a little bit of profit.
When everyone around them is having a hard time surviving, the relationship between them will only become more and more tense and bad, not to mention well-intentioned help. Arthur has lived in that environment for too long and has not changed his mindset. Also, because of Megan's existence, he will only be more cautious and vigilant.
He understood in his heart, but he guided the conversation and asked Arthur to talk more about his daughter.
There was no trace of gloom in Arthur's smile as he chattered on about every little thing that happened to Megan, how she made friends with stray cats, how she saw a puppy outside and imitatingly imitated the puppy's "woof", how she was slowly developing self-awareness and secretly made faces at him last night.
As he spoke, a bright smile never left his face. His concern and care for his daughter was undoubtedly reflected in the description of these details. Who could not be moved by such deep affection?
Dick was walking with them on the street. If he turned slightly to the side, he could see the similar green eyes of the father and daughter, but Arthur's eyes were full of hope, while Megan didn't understand many things yet, but she was not fearless either. She was still hiding behind her father, didn't like to look people in the eye, and refused to leave Arthur's side.
When Arthur was about to repeat himself for the second time, Dick changed the subject of his conversation slightly and asked about his work.
Arthur said: "Before, Megan was receiving sensory integration training from a kind psychologist. Her training ended last year, and after I brought her back, I changed my job. The income is better than when I was doing odd jobs here and there, but I have no education..." He does not feel inferior about this matter. As long as he can earn money and bring it back, it is enough.
"But Megan brought me good luck! I paid a master in the workshop, and he taught me how to open and repair the machines. He also said that if I could learn some skills, I could take the exam later... I never thought I would have such a future."
His life has undergone earth-shaking changes, but everything is moving in a good direction, which makes him sigh.
The green eyes were watery again, but Arthur showed a genuine smile and talked about the past, "I am so grateful to the police and Wayne."
"Since Megan received that grant two years ago, our lives have been much better and all the changes started from then."
Listening to him mutter about the good fortune he had encountered, and his firm belief that Megan would live a good life like all normal children.
Dick smiled and said, "That's great. I also think Megan will be well soon. Look at her. It's your love and patience that have made her what she is now. I'm beginning to believe that there are miracles in this world."
Hard work pays off - this is what countless people dream of, and when this happens to children with autism, it is a miracle because it is so difficult to cure them.
Because of his words, Arthur's face showed an embarrassment that he rarely had when being praised, but it was a good blessing. After going through so much hardship today, he could finally let it go a little.
A trace of weathering faded from his weathered brows, revealing a broad-minded spirit. He thought that he might be able to let go of the suffering that fate had brought him. It was just that he had not had even a little bit of "good" in the past, so he had been trapped. But now he had obtained too much "good", and the way forward was illuminated, allowing him to walk out of such darkness and heaviness.
Arthur couldn't help but look down at Megan, and she happened to look up and look at him. He smiled happily and whispered to her, "Let's walk for a while."
Dick said goodbye to them. This time when he greeted Megan, she still didn't say anything, but blinked gently. Maybe that was her response. Even though he turned and walked some distance away, the smile on her face did not fade, and soon she became proud.
Arthur didn't care, holding the cold hamburger in his hand. In fact, Arthur wanted to say goodbye several times, not wanting to delay the meal time he had already missed, but Dick wanted to know how they were doing, so he led the conversation and politely refused.
He didn't plan to throw away the food. He would just take it back to Wayne Manor and heat it up. Although Alfu would definitely be dissatisfied, he would tolerate this little problem. When he returned, he would talk to Alfu about it.
The condition of the child he had rescued before has improved, which is something he can boast about.
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On the other side, Arthur took Megan for a walk outside and then took her to a slightly desolate place.
He casually opened a tattered rolling door on the street, went in and touched the mechanism, and saw a dark entrance on the floor, but when he snapped his fingers, the light below came on.
The downward stairs were illuminated, and the Joker let go of Megan's hand and walked down first. The moment he stopped pretending, his temperament suddenly changed, from an ordinary person who was weathered, vicissitudes and tired, to his pretentious appearance, which might be elegant but definitely dangerous.
His previously bent back straightened, and he stretched his back slightly, making his figure look taller. By the way, he also pulled his neck, making a series of joint cracking sounds. You have to know that acting is not something that can be done lazily and casually. It not only requires mental and physical effort and immersion in the role, but also tests physical strength. After all, sometimes you need to maintain a certain posture for a long time to truly portray the role vividly.
The clown complained: "All this is for you, Megan, you should be grateful."
Did Megan understand what he was saying? She focused all her attention on his posture and tried to imitate him by tilting her head, but her neck couldn't make any sound, so it was no use trying.
She was still dazed, standing there motionless. The clown, who had already walked away, waved his hand and said, "Don't waste time. I hope you can come down quickly."
Megan tried tilting her head again, but there was still no sound, so she walked down slowly, holding onto the wall with her eyes fixed on the stairs.
This place looked very simple. The steps were made of rough cement with a lot of debris dropped on them. When she stepped on them, they would break on the soles of her shoes, or they would hurt her feet because they could not be broken, making her lose her balance. There was no protection on the other side of the wall at all. She would fall down if she was not careful. Even the wall she was holding on to was rough and uneven.
Megan walked down slowly, and when she stood on the ground and looked up, the clown had been waiting for her for a while.
He had removed half of his disguise, his eyebrows and eyes looking similar to Megan's, but his pale skin and scarlet lips had been exposed, revealing his true identity.
He scratched the black curly hair, and the potion between his fingers dyed it, turning it into a dark green color. Megan looked at him motionlessly.
The clown was putting on his leather gloves. Seeing Megan looking at him, he put on a terrifying smile that perfectly suited his clown identity and said to her slowly, "Do you know where this is? Honey, the little pills that can cure you are made here."
The camouflaged and concealed floor had been closed again, revealing an empty laboratory underneath.
The light from overhead was so white that it was uncomfortable. Megan looked around and saw that only the stairs and walls behind her were cement surfaces and not painted, while other places were painted white and the floor was tiled.
She walked over to the clown, who was standing in front of the laboratory table with his eyes lowered in thought, and further away from him were some machines.
Megan didn't recognize those things, nor did she understand what she was doing here. After a long while, she came to her senses. The clown said at the right time: "Come and see the process of making your little pills." He even deliberately put on a relaxed and happy expression!
He had received so much joy from Megan, and now he wanted to give her a little surprise in return to prove that their relationship was really good.
Then the clown put Megan aside. Her pills had almost been taken. If she didn't replenish them in time, she would have a headache and pain again. This child was raised to be spoiled and could not stand any hardship. If she was treated badly, she would shed tears, which was really distressing.
Although he said he was making pills, the Joker didn't even take the basic precautions for pharmaceutical hygiene and safety. He even grabbed the raw materials of his medicine at random and placed them on the table, not even worrying that Megan would touch them.
He demonstrated this unregulated process and the completely unpredictable dosage to Megan, but halfway through, in fact, while the drugs were being mixed, he looked down at the child clinging to his legs and said jokingly and sarcastically, "I forgot that the most important part is not yet completed."
"Little Megan, you won't blame me, right? Maybe I need some time to think about what I did before."
The clown calmly stopped and looked at the child in front of him who didn't yet understand the seriousness of the situation. A very bad meaning rose in his eyes. That's right, his fun was about to begin, because...
Megan took his little pill for the first time in the middle of the night, so the medication time was fixed at night, and now the time was slowly passing.
By eight o'clock in the evening, the child in front of him would cry and call for his dad.
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