Wasted Tears
She broke into a deep, sorrowful sob, her chest heaving with hiccups that made it impossible for her to catch her breath, and she said, “I… am… so... heartbroken. My grandfather was so cruel to me, my love.
He chose a servant over his own flesh and blood. Then he told me to find my own transport to the university. I don’t know what to do, Preston?”
Preston‘s heart ached when he heard the love of his life crying sorrowfully over the phone and said, “Don’t cry, Babe. If your grandfather refused to provide you with a car, then I will.
I will pick you up myself every morning for your classes. You don't have to worry about transport ever again, Sweetheart.”
Vivica wiped her tears, her voice sound
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