Personality V: I will save everything

"Cl...che..."

Lydia's teeth were chattering, and her eyes were like two sharp swords, fixed on Kreacher.

At this moment, Kreacher stood there, his left eye tightly closed, making his face look a little ferocious. Andrew, who was following closely behind him, had a face full of guilt and uneasiness.

Lydia stared at Kreacher with mixed feelings in her heart. Just by looking at his closed left eye and Andrew behind him, she could roughly guess what happened.

Kreacher actually sacrificed one of his eyes for the happiness of others!

"Is it worth it?" Lydia couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling slightly with anger and confusion. "The gardener is just from another world, and you just met not long ago! How could you do this for them? Is your life so worthless?"

Kreacher remained silent, as if time had frozen at this moment. After a long while, he took a deep breath and slowly said, "Actually... it's worth it."

His tone was full of determination, without any regret. Then he began to talk about his past.

"I have been an orphan with no one to rely on since I was young, wandering the streets all alone. I have never seen my parents, and I don't know who they are or where they are. The feeling of loneliness and helplessness has always been deeply imprinted in my heart." When he said this, Kreacher's eyes became dim.

"I have fantasized countless times before, how wonderful it would be if I could exchange something, even if I had to give up everything I have, for a warm home and family love. But, in the end, this is just an impossible dream."

Kreacher paused and continued, "So when I saw those children in danger of losing their happiness, I couldn't just sit there and watch. I don't want them to experience the pain and despair that I have experienced, and I don't want them to wander alone in the dark like me. Maybe for you, this is just a small thing, but for the gardener, it is an opportunity to change his destiny. Even if you lose an eye, what does it matter?"

After hearing what Kreacher said, Lydia was stunned. She looked at the man in front of her who seemed strong but was extremely fragile inside. The anger in her heart gradually dissipated, and was replaced by an indescribable feeling of being touched and admired.

It was precisely because he could empathize with the gardener that Kreacher did this, saving not only the gardener but also his former self.

"......................" Kreacher's decisive words were like a bolt of thunder across the sky, successfully plunging the three people present into a suffocating silence.

Lydia's chest heaved with anger, she glared at Kreacher, her heart filled with anger and helplessness towards this disobedient patient. Kreacher was always like this, never obeying the doctor's instructions, always showing off and thinking he could do anything.

However, Lydia knew that he had become like this because of the cruel reality. In this difficult world, they were isolated and helpless, with no shoulders to lean on. They could only grit their teeth and use their fragile bodies to withstand the storms of life.

Andrew stood aside, feeling mixed emotions. At first, he only regarded Kreacher as a "toy" to play with at will, and never really cared about his feelings and thoughts.

But Kreacher had already corrected himself long ago. He was now a real director of an orphanage, a kind and gentle man. He shouldn't have to go through all this.

But at this moment..........all Andrew can do for him is to respect his ideas.

The factory director looked at the three people in front of him with a puzzled look on his face. He knew nothing about Andrew's true identity, and he had no idea what kind of agreement Kreacher had reached with Andrew. However, with years of experience and keen intuition, the factory director could feel that Kreacher must have made some important decisions or actions for him.

Thinking of this, the factory director couldn't help but feel grateful to Kreacher, and at the same time he became more and more curious about the truth hidden behind this.

"Oh......." Andrew sighed deeply and slowly stretched out his hand in the direction of the factory director.

Just when Andrew was about to use his ability, he suddenly thought of another thing.

"Before I take any action, let me interrupt you first. Director, can you promise not to tell anyone what happens next? We will explain it to you slowly later."

Although the factory manager felt strange, he still nodded to show his agreement.

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“..............” The factory director touched his face in disbelief in front of the mirror.

He was human again.

The factory manager turned around and was about to thank Andrew, but Andrew interrupted him first.

"Don't thank me. Thank Kreacher. He exchanged his left eye with me."

what? !

This sudden situation shocked the factory director. He opened his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, as if he was about to blurt out something to express his inner surprise and confusion in the next second.

However, at this moment, Lydia, who had been standing by and observing silently, quickly reached out a hand and pushed the factory director's chin hard, helping him close his mouth which was about to open.

"I have the ability to create things, just like God." Anhui Province said calmly, his voice was not loud, but it carried a power that could not be ignored.

"However, this ability is not without limits. If you want to obtain what I created, you must exchange it with me for something of equal value. Even I cannot violate this rule." As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side and his eyes fell on Kreacher's tightly closed left eye.

The factory manager followed his gaze, and when he saw Kreacher's closed left eye, an inexplicable enlightenment suddenly surged in his heart.

It goes without saying what was used to replace his skin. Kreacher used one of his eyes.

A strong feeling of guilt suddenly surged up from deep in the factory director's heart. This emotion kept hitting his heart like a tide, making it difficult for him to calm down.

Recalling the moment when he first met Kreacher, the factory director almost subconsciously equated him with the "philanthropist" in this world.

At that time, he easily labeled Kreacher like this based on his first impression and past experience.

Although as time went by, Kreacher's various behaviors showed that he was completely different from the "philanthropists" in this world, the factory director stubbornly believed that it was just an appearance carefully disguised by the other party.

Perhaps because of prejudice, or perhaps out of laziness, the factory director never really wanted to explore the true side of Kreacher.

In the factory director's heart, he had long been certain that Kreacher was definitely a villain with ulterior motives.

As for what kind of person he is, the factory manager doesn't care at all and doesn't want to spend the energy to understand.

However, when Kreacher broke into the dormitory of the "supervisors" holding the worn-out beer bottle and raised it high towards the factory director, the factory director was really scared.

What shocked the factory manager even more was that he did all this just to help the gardener get justice.

At that moment, the factory director's mind went blank, and all his preconceived notions and prejudices seemed to collapse at this moment.

The series of events that followed left the factory director dumbfounded and unexpected. These events were like a heavy hammer that hit the factory director's heart hard, forcing him to re-examine his views on Kreacher.

At this moment, the factory director deeply realized that his previous thoughts about Kreacher were so wrong and one-sided. He felt extremely ashamed of his narrow-mindedness and self-righteousness, and the guilt was always with him.

Looking at the factory director's expression, how could Kreacher not know what he was thinking?

"Okay, okay, you don't have to feel guilty about this." Kreacher reached out and patted the factory director's shoulder.

"And if you really want to repay me..." Kreacher held his chin and pretended to think carefully for a long time, then said, "...then promise me that you will never make the gardener cry again, okay?"

I promise.

......................A few days later.........................

"Hmm......." Lydia frowned slightly, staring at the factory director's tongue intently. She held a small and delicate medical tool in her hand and conducted the examination carefully.

Time passed minute by minute, and the whole room was so quiet that only Lydia's light breathing and the slight sound made by the tool when it touched her tongue could be heard.

Finally, after a meticulous inspection, Lydia stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to the factory manager with a serious face: "Okay, that's enough. From now on, you can try to practice speaking."

After saying that, Lydia couldn't help but sigh secretly. After all, this repaired tongue would be difficult to restore to its original state no matter what. Moreover, the factory director hadn't spoken for a long time. If he wanted to regain his normal language ability, it would probably take a lot of effort and time.

After hearing what Lydia said, the factory manager's lips trembled slightly and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Thank you...thank you...thank you..." His voice was hoarse and unclear, but the gratitude contained in it was clearly felt.

Lydia smiled and waved her hand, saying, "You should save your thanks to Kreacher. He was responsible for most of the problems that allowed you to be successfully treated this time."

What he said was indeed true. It was he who took the initiative to run over and try to seek justice for the gardener; it was he who noticed that something was wrong with the factory manager; it was he who helped the factory manager find a doctor; and it was he who finally found Andrew to trade skins with.

It can be said that 80% of the whole thing was done with the help of Kreacher.

The factory manager certainly understood this. He nodded and wanted to ask Lydia how Kreacher was doing now.

Ha ha.

Lydia rolled her eyes and said, "That kid didn't follow the doctor's advice and ran around. Now he's fine, but his head injury hasn't healed yet, and he has a fever again. He's been behaving himself now."

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the other side,

"Oh my God! Kreacher, look at what you have done, you are just asking for trouble!" Violetta yelled and kept scolding Kreacher, but her hands did not stop at all.

She quickly took out a wet towel from the basin, wrung out the excess water, and gently applied it to Kreacher's burning forehead.

After a while, the originally cold towel was warmed by the high temperature radiating from Kreacher's forehead, so Valletta hurriedly took it off and replaced it with a new cold towel.

She repeated this process over and over again, her hands constantly busy, just to lower Kreacher's body temperature as quickly as possible.

You know, this time Kreacher didn't just have a low-grade fever, it was a raging high fever!

Just like what Lydia described: "This kid is about to roast himself!"

At this moment, Kreacher's face was flushed, his lips were chapped, and he was lying drowsily on the bed, muttering a few inaudible words from time to time.

And Valletta stood by anxiously, hoping that he would get better soon.

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The scene turns back here again.

"In summary, I think you should go see him later. He's in this state now. Even if you talk to him, he may not be able to hear you."

As Lydia spoke, she kept sorting out the antipyretic medicines in her hands. She still had to go take care of Kreacher later.

Having said that, the factory manager certainly couldn't disturb her any further. He stood up, bowed to Lydia, and left.

After covering his face and returning to the supervisor's room, he took out the thing he had been preparing.

Although Kreacher had already said that he didn't need to thank him, but...it was an eye after all!

Even if it was just a small thank you, the factory manager wanted to complete it.