Chapter 159 Saving The One I Adore

Our saving grace was that father didn’t drive the car because I hadn’t seen a man become so nervous that his entire body shook as the strings on a guitar. Fanny and I sat at the back seat while the driver sped to the hospital. Although I often dared to lock gaze with Fanny’s sweating, sour face which smiled randomly, I wondered if this man was going to survive the next day.