Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)
Chapter 891

Agnes was gobsmacked.

Had Mr. Hanson really come across three instances of such a rare sleeping disorder?

Mr. Hanson glanced up at Agnes, who clearly wore a look of disbelief.

With a stroke of his beard, Mr. Hanson chuckled, "I know it's hard to believe. This condition isn't widely recorded, but in reality, there are many more cases than documented. Most are beyond help. But since it's so rare, not many ever thought this was a sickness."

Agnes asked, "So what happened in the end? How did these patients fare?"

Agnes was only interested in the outcomes. Were the patients cured, or what became of them?

Was there even a chance for Nocturne to recover fully?

Mr. Hanson explained, "You can't generalize the outcomes. One just passed away in their sleep, another improved significantly with treatment before their family emigrated-I've lost track of their story. And another, a child, is now almost indistinguishable from others their age."

After hearing Mr. Hanson's words, Agnes felt an overwhelming urge to cry, especially when he mentioned the child who was now living a normal life-it flickered a glimmer of hope within her.

Agnes pleaded with a surge of emotion, "Mr. Hanson, please, you must help my child. He's the best boy in the world-so sweet, so bright. I dream of him living a normal life, enjoying the world's beautiful sights Please, you have to save him."

Mr. Hanson responded, "Mr. Thomas has been a lifesaver to our family, and since he's asked for my help, I won't turn you away. I promise to do all I can. However, I'm old and settled here in my apothecary for twenty years. I can't travel around anymore. If I'm to treat your child, there's just one condition."

Agnes insisted, "Name it. We'll agree to anything."

Mr. Hanson laid out his terms, "Bring the child here to me. My staff will take good care of him. This ailment is tricky and requires daily acupuncture, medicinal baths, and thorough monitoring. If you trust leaving your child here, then I will take him under my care."

Agnes inquired, "Can I stay as well?"

Agnes was not comfortable leaving her child in the care of strangers.

Mr. Hanson shook his head, "My apothecary is at capacity; there's no room for you. Besides, the treatment can be harsh, and I fear parents often lack the stomach for it, which could jeopardize our efforts." Agnes hesitated, glancing at Alyssa.

Alyssa reassured her, "Agnes, I understand your worries, but Mr. Hanson's place is the safest bet. When Ryder was little, he fell gravely ill, practically at death's door. All the hospitals had given up, but Mr. Hanson saved him. He's a miracle worker with a heart of gold. You can trust him completely."

Just then, a little kid burst into the room.

The little girl appeared to be about the same age as Nocturne, roughly four or five years old, her hair done up in two ponytails, and sporting a vibrant, floral-patterned quilted jacket.

The kid's cheeks were rosy and plump, like a little angel.

The child ran straight to Mr. Hanson's feet, tugging at his leg and whining, "Gramps, I don't wanna study today. I wanna help you dry the herbs in the sun."