Hospital No. 444.

Chapter 625 Train Departure

The Atlanta train station was packed with people at this time.

The train carriages were basically full of people at this time.

“Hahahaha, yes, that’s what happened,” a young man holding a stack of playing cards was playing cards with his three friends, chatting and laughing from time to time, “Daniel at that time was…haha, it was just five seconds, just…hahahaha…”

"Jack, you really do tell everything."

"It's Daniel himself..."

At this moment, Melty, with her daughter Melias, passed by the four people and walked to the front left.

The man named Jack, who was holding the playing cards, was stunned for a moment, looking ahead, then patted the man sitting next to him and said, "Hey, hey, hey, look, that woman..."

Having said that, he made his hands into a circle shape and then moved them towards his chest.

"Hahahaha..." Jack began to laugh lasciviously while doing this action.

"Jack, boy," said the man sitting next to him, "what are you planning?"

Jack tightly grasped the playing cards in his hand and said, "Looking at her suitcase, I know it's definitely not a short trip and she won't get off the station early. Wait a minute, I'll try to chat with her..."

"Hey, hey, you're not going to do that, are you?"

"Hmph, I guarantee that I can get her phone number, or her Twitter and Facebook account. What, do you believe it or not? Do you dare to bet with me?"

At this time, Melty was carrying her suitcase and was about to put it on the upper shelf. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a bowler hat sitting opposite her stood up and moved her suitcase up there.

"Thank you." Melty said to the middle-aged man, "Thank you for your help."

"No trouble." The middle-aged man looked at her and Melias beside him and said, "Are you going to Washington?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Me too."

Melty nodded, but said nothing more, and it seemed that she didn't want to say anything more to the middle-aged man.

Then, she said to Melias, "Melias, take a nap first."

Then, she also leaned back slightly and closed her eyes.

Obviously, she didn't intend to continue the conversation with the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled, took out a book from his bag and started reading.

The train slowly departed from Atlanta and headed northwards towards Washington. In a dozen hours, it would arrive at the Washington 13th Street Station.

Of course...the premise is that the train has a smooth journey without any problems.

At this time, Jack was still staring at the seats of Melty and Melias.

Bob, Jack's companion, said, "Jack, you've approached many girls before, but today's situation is different. She's not alone now..."

"Yeah, I bet you'll get a lot of pushback. Phone number and Twitter handle? You might not even be able to get the person's name."

"Fuck, do you guys look down on me that much?"

Jack's stubborn temper suddenly came up, and he suddenly pulled out a stack of cards and threw them on the table.

"Wang Bang!"

Then Jack adjusted his hair and said, "Okay, now it's my turn."

"No, are you really up there?"

Everyone was confused.

"Place your bets now and see if I can find out the other party's name."

"Why don't we wait a while? They look like they're asleep?"

"How can I not tell whether someone is asleep or not? The blonde is pretending to be asleep, but the other one is really asleep."

"They look like mother and daughter, right?"

"Who cares?" Jack stood up quickly, picked up a can of beer on the table, and prepared to go over to take a look. He had no resistance to the graceful blonde girl, so he couldn't just give up now.

He moved over quickly and unscrewed the pull ring of the beer can. Then he thought that when the time came, he would pretend to accidentally spill the beer on the other person. If the beer spilled on the other person's white clothes, it would definitely be very eye-catching.

In this way, at least you can get the other person's mobile phone number.

Once you get the mobile phone number, it won’t be that difficult to get the other party’s social account.

Jack had basically planned it out, and then he moved forward step by step.

Not long after, he came to the other person's seat, and pretended to stumble, about to spill the beer on him, but was held up by the middle-aged man.

"Sir, are you okay?"

This time, most of the beer spilled on the ground, and a small part spilled on the middle-aged man.

"I..." Jack was immediately annoyed, but now his plan would no longer be possible.

"Be careful when walking." The middle-aged man said, "Okay?"

"All right……"

Jack finally returned to his seat in a sullen mood, while his three companions were all laughing so hard that they were rolling on the ground.

"Jack, I think your antics just now are funnier than Daniel's five seconds."

"It's okay, it's okay. Come here, I'll give you a can of beer." Bob handed a can of beer to Jack and said, "Why, you still don't give up? Still want to do it?"

Jack snatched the beer can and said, "I think that guy saw what I was going to do. The look in his eyes seemed to tell me that he knew what I was thinking and asked me to put my thoughts aside."

"No way?"

"When I passed by, he was reading a book. His eyes were fixed on the book and he didn't look at me at all. But when I fell, he immediately caught me up. It was really strange."

The middle-aged man was still holding his book. He checked it and fortunately no beer was spilled on the book.

Although it was getting dark, the train was brightly lit and he could still see clearly.

Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The middle-aged man answered the phone.

"Anna."

The middle-aged man looked calm.

“When will you arrive in Washington?”

"It's almost there. It should be here early tomorrow morning."

"Don't delay any longer, come back immediately and sign the divorce agreement." The voice on the other end of the phone was very cold, "I will not give you custody of our daughter. Everything else can be discussed, but I must raise our daughter myself. You can visit her once a week. Of course, the prerequisite is that you pay alimony."

"We swore at our wedding that only death could separate us."

"Forget it, Chris." A sneer came from the other end of the phone: "Do you really believe in love that lasts until death? Well, this time you must sign the divorce agreement no matter what. We have been married for many years, and I don't want to go to court with you. You don't want your daughter to be forced by the judge to choose one of us to live with, right?"

The middle-aged man clutched his phone tightly, but his expression remained calm.

"Just because John died? Just because our son died, you want to divorce me? And take our daughter away?"

"What do you mean by 'just because'? Chris, how can you say such a thing? Everything is your fault. You didn't believe John in the beginning. What, do you want me to repeat to you how John died? What did you do when he was in the most pain? Yes, he smoked marijuana, fought and skipped classes, but he was not the kind of person who would rape others. You would rather believe others than your son. You are as much of a bastard as everyone else."

"It's not that I don't believe him..."

"You are doubting him! You don't say it, but your eyes reveal your thoughts. Is it because he smokes marijuana? It's because he was led astray by his classmates, and you never cared about him!"

"Can drug abuse be simply brushed aside as a bad influence? Anna? I said at the beginning that he must quit marijuana, but you said it was a drug with a very low addictiveness and could be quit, and more than half of the people in the school were smoking it. Marijuana is an inducer for many drugs, and many addicts will do anything once they are addicted... Just because he is our son, should I unconditionally protect him and not consider the possibility that he has committed a crime?"

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you. Contact my lawyer directly when you return to Washington, and he will give you the agreement. If you don't sign it, we will go to court. I hope that next year on John's death anniversary, I can go with you to visit his grave. Otherwise, I would rather move his grave so that you will never find him!"

　Many people are not happy to see foreign names, but to be honest, one of the main reasons I like writing about foreign countries is that I can write real city names.

　　(End of this chapter)