Since that day, she hadn't contacted her aunt's family anymore.
Of course, even if she wanted to get in touch with them, they wouldn't bother with her.
In their eyes, she was a jinx who would bring bad luck to everyone around her.
As she exited the station, she immediately saw a middle-aged man standing in the crowd holding a sign.
This was Uncle Chapman, responsible for taking her to the hospital for registration. Before she came, Hayes Simmons had told her that upon arrival in A City, the hospital would send someone to pick her up.
Scarlett Yates quickened her pace, waving at Uncle Chapman as she walked, "Uncle Chapman, I'm here."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was soft and distinct, making it recognizable even within the crowd.
Uncle Chapman quickly spotted her too, and walked briskly toward her, reaching out to take her luggage. Extending the other hand in front of her, he smiled politely, "Hello, Miss Yates."
"Hello, Uncle Chapman." Scarlett also extended her hand.
