"Miss Harmon?" Edward was stunned. He was so busy that he had no time to go to Kentucky.

Moreover, when Beth Harmon goes to Mexico for the official match during this period, Elma must be very busy as the logistics manager, and he is unwilling to bother.

The voice on the other end of the phone was low and it felt like it was indescribable.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"I, I'm in Mexico City... well"

"Oh? The game is over?"

"Elma, Elma..." Beth couldn't speak in full

"What's wrong with Elma!" He thought that there was a slight ignorance.

"She died last night..."

"God, what did you say!!!" he screamed at the other end of the phone.

How is that possible!

Although Elma is dependent on alcohol and in average physical condition, his sudden death still makes him unacceptable.

"Yes, just now, when I was playing against Pietrosang, he originally said he would come to see me for a match, but he never came. After the game, I went back to my room and found that she had already..."

"Oh my God..." Edward felt dizzy.

He could not believe it was true and wished it was a dream.

The originally understanding, charming and charming Elma is gone just like that?

And he died in a foreign land.

"Ok, listen, I'm a friend of Elma, so please tell me if you need any help."

"No, I don't need help. Actually, I just called my father, Mr. Whitley, who was far away in Denver, and he said that everything had nothing to do with him, so I hung up and came to you."

"Obviously, you're much better than Mr. Whitley."

"What do you plan to handle Elma's funeral? What do you need me to do? Is the money enough? Give me an account and I'll send it here."

"No thank you, I have money. I have entrusted the hotel where I stay to handle her funeral. I called you because, because..."

Finally, her voice began to collapse

"I feel very uncomfortable, it's really uncomfortable!"

"Beth, listen...I can understand and feel your sadness, but you don't have much time to be sad now, and the most important thing is to bring Elma back to Kentucky."

"Yes, I know, the hotel will handle it."

"Then, your business is not over. In theory, Mr. Whitley is still Elma's husband, your father, who still has a large share in this family."

"So" he stressed, "you book the nearest flight ticket and come back immediately. I will come to Lexington to help you with other things. Listen, good boy, you have to be strong..."

"I know...I know." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little better. "But I was really uncomfortable. I lost to Pietrosang and lost without any ability to resist. He was crushing me from beginning to end. You understand, it was from the beginning..."

Edward kept silent and listened.

"In the end, I was forced to give in, and I went back to the room, when I just wanted to hear Elma's lazy voice to comfort me, and drink a martini with her and then squeeze into a bed to fall asleep."

"Do you understand? Do you understand? But when I returned to the room, it was pitch black, I turned on the lights, and Elma was lying straight on the bed in formal attire, with no heat on her body."

"You understand, do you understand? Without this damn game, he wouldn't have died, he wouldn't have killed!"

"She might feel uncomfortable, and then I can call the hotel doctor right away and call the ambulance to take her to the best hospital. She will definitely survive, she will definitely survive.

"I need Elma, I need a mother, and an agent. I am an orphan. My biological father doesn't recognize me anymore. My biological mother drove a car and wanted to pull me to commit suicide with her. My adoptive father fled to Denver. I only have Elma, but why, why, this only relative will leave me like this, why!"

The voice was filled with despair and helplessness. Edward could feel that something in her heart had been completely broken. At this moment, the beautiful girl who was originally very mechanical was no longer a chess machine, but an ordinary person, a lonely little girl.

"Beth..." He made his voice appear gentle as much as possible, but found it futile, and he could hear the husky and rusty traces of the sound himself.

Edward was very sad inside. If possible, he would want to throw away the receiver now, hide in the study and drink a few drinks, and then fall asleep in a drowsy way.

Maybe seeing the new sun when you wake up tomorrow will make you feel better.

Elma, this woman, is familiar with her and stranger.

I remember her lingering and tenderness, but I know very little about her life experience.

I originally thought that these would gradually become familiar with each other in the future of home, but now it seems that it is completely impossible.

But he had to stay strong because the girl in Mexico City needed more comfort and encouragement than herself.

"Beth, Beth, listen, you call the hotel front desk immediately and ask them to change you to a small single room and order a few glasses of tequila. You need to sleep now! Or you might as well ask the doctor to prescribe some sedatives for you! You can spend this day as soon as possible, wait until you return home, and wait until you return home, and I will be by your side!"

"Tomorrow, I will wait for you at your doorstep tomorrow..." he said

"Oh, thank you, I really can't stand it alone now. Really... You might be better. I asked the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills for me. Now I'm going to go to bed, I hope we can meet tomorrow."

"Ok    Good night, I will wait for you."

...

After hanging up the phone, Edward collapsed on the sofa, but he still couldn't accept the facts.

Elma died like this...

I didn't even see the last time.

This poor woman was abandoned by her husband, but she lived a strong life, and as she saw that her days were getting better day by day, she...

He immediately called the travel agency, booked a flight ticket to Lexington tomorrow, and greeted Chris, asking him to ask Ruthberg for leave for him.

Through the phone line, Edward could see the suspicious expression of the big black man: "Are you going to accompany which girl? Otherwise, why wouldn't you even take Miss Ruthberg's class..."

"Okay, OK, things are very complicated. When I come back, I have time to tell you! Miss Ruthberg will cover me, and you don't know what she asks..."

"It seems that I'm right...I have to remind you..."

"Please, I love you..." Edward hung up the phone quickly.

I ordered the alarm clock, then drank a glass of vodka, and fell asleep.

...

The next day at noon, Beth Harmon took a taxi back to the door of her house in a black outfit. Edward, who was sitting on the steps, hurried up to help her.

She looked very weak, and after entering the room, she sat blankly on the sofa without saying anything.

Edward sat across from her and looked at her without knowing how to comfort her. This was not what he was good at.

Seeing that it was almost dark, Beth Harmon finally stood up.

Perhaps because she had been sitting for a long time, she was shaking, and Edward hugged her quickly.

The other party did not refuse, and leaned against his chest.

Edward did not continue to act, and he did not want to take advantage of others' danger. At this time, he should comfort her well.

That's it, it took a long time.

The person in his arms said quietly: "Thank you, I feel much better."

"nothing"

"At least, leaning on you makes me feel that I'm not the only one in this world."

"I suggest eating," he said. "You should eat more, which can help you fight grief."

"You're right..."

"Let's go to the town to have a meal, I'll call a taxi." Edward said as he looked at the girl in his arms.

Compared to the last time she met, her face was pale, her lips lacked blood, her originally delicate skin became dry and rough, and her big eyes were no longer as full of agility as before.

The deer-like eyes disappeared.

Fortunately, it is slowly recovering now, at least the eyes are no longer as confused as before.

It seems that the worst time has passed.

"Thank you" Beth Harmon seemed to know what he was thinking.

"I know my own situation very well. Now I feel better and better. Elma has always said that my feelings are not rich enough and I want a robot. But she envies me because this can avoid many unnecessary emotional troubles, such as sadness, anger..."

"That's great..." Edward let go of her, went to catch the phone, and planned to order a takeaway.

"Bang bang bang" knocks on the door.

"?"

"?"

Both of them were stunned.

Who is back then?

Edward put down the receiver and Beth Harmon opened the door.

There were two men standing outside the door, both wearing formal clothes, one in his 40s, with proper care, and the other in his 60s.

Edward's brow frowned.
To be continued...