"Hudson, I wish you a better life." Amelie called out his name again after being separated for four years.
Hudson sat in the car, his eyes already hurt, he was unable to reply her a word, choked with sobs, but in the end, he hung up.
He covered himself over the steering wheel and released all the emotions he had been suppressing during this period of time.
Finally, the black car that had been parked opposite the Bates' residence for two days finally drove away.
As the car drove towards a handicap center, Hudson still had not gone through the formalities, he just walked in and rushed towards a little boy who had just installed a prosthetic arm. He bounced and walked in front of Hudson, and since he was not able to stand steadily yet, he threw himself onto Hudson's leg, "Can I help you?"
