The Pauper for The Princess
It was only now that he realized that it didn't make any sense.
Zackary took a deep look at me who was lying on the hospital bed, getting thinner and thinner.
He once again shed tears.
When I was eighteen years old, I was bright like a flower.
"Zackary, did you hear me..."
A wave of anger rose in Zackary's heart, mixed with unspeakable annoyance.
He hung up the phone violently, ran out of the hospital, and got into a car.
Manuel Houston, his driver, was about to drive in the direction of his home when Zackary said deeply.