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Revenge 56
Revenge 56
Gordon, who’d been busy the entire day, buzzed around like a bee in
Paramount Hall.
Greta reclined on the bed. She looked so frail that she was a literal skeleton covered in skin. A foul smell mixed with the scent of medicine hung thickly in
“Don’t bother, Gordon. It is what it is. I won’t get any better.
“Every extra day I live is just another day I burden you. All I ever wanted was for you to focus on your studies and put some weight off your dad’s shoulders…” Gordon went back to her after he emptied her bedpan. A computer sat on a dilapidated desk nearby, its screen emitting a dim glow. The screen was filled with codes that he had written for a competition. Greta
He remained silent. He set the bedpan down and went to wash his hands before reentering the room. He settled down in front of his computer. “Call me
Gordon’s thoughtfulness overwhelmed Greta. She loathed herself for how much she’d burdened her family by just staying alive.
In the beginning, Gordon had no foundation in programming. His initial plan was to study medicine, hoping to save Greta with his skills.
To his dismay, he realized studying medicine wasn’t going to fill his pockets in a short amount of time despite his painstaking efforts. He’d increase the b
It took forever to complete a medicine course. In the end, he had no choice but to shift his major. The reality struck a harsh blow to his dreams.
Struggling to keep himself awake, Gordon finally saved the code at 2:30 am.
the first
This computer cost him nearly half a year of his savings. It was computer he ever owned, and he had assembled all the parts on his own. The price was hand computer.
Since he also had to take care of his household expenses, it took him quite
some time to finally get his hands on a computer.
Most of the money from the scholarship he earned from being admitted to the University of Belchester had already been spent on Greta’s treatment. Not being able to afford the expensive medical NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
Gordon’s father, Oliver, had to make the painful decision of discharging Greta from the hospital when Gordon was with Mayra for her birthday last Friday night. They had no money, and Greta was barely surviving on her medication. They
Some people were born with a silver spoon, never having to worry about
money; yet some people had to work tirelessly throughout their entire lives just to barely scrape by.
Mayra felt like time passed in slow motion for this past week. She’d never felt so distressed. Gordon seemed too busy to notice her, and he didn’t even h
Mayra watched Emily and Gordon leave on the bus on a Friday afternoon after school ended. While she was lost in thought, a black luxury car pulled up
She stopped. The car window wound down, revealing a face with attractive, chiseled features.
“Hop on!”
Anderson really did come to pick her up. She thought it was just a joke all along.
“Andy,” she greeted as soon as she scrambled into the car. Hugging her backpack in her arms, she fell silent. She seemed troubled.
Mayra had always been unable to mask her true feelings. She was too
-expressive for that.
As the car departed, Anderson took her hand on her knee. “What’s wrong? You seem upset.
“Did someone bully you in school?”
Chopper 56
some time to finally get his hands on a computer.
Most of the money from the scholarship he earned from being admitted to the University of Belchester had already been spent on Greta’s treatment. Not
Gordon’s father, Oliver, had to make the painful decision of discharging Greta from the hospital when Gordon was with Mayra for her birthday last Friday
Some people were born with a silver spoon, never having to worry about
money; yet some people had to work tirelessly throughout their entire lives just to barely scrape by.
Mayra felt like time passed in slow motion for this past week. She’d never felt so distressed. Gordon seemed too busy to notice her, and he didn’t even h
Mayra watched Emily and Gordon leave on the bus on a Friday afternoon after school ended. While she was lost in thought, a black luxury car pulled up
She stopped. The car window wound down, revealing a face with attractive, chiseled features.
“Hop on!”
Anderson really did come to pick her up. She thought it was just a joke all along.
“Andy,” she greeted as soon as she scrambled into the car. Hugging her backpack in her arms, she fell silent. She seemed troubled.
Mayra had always been unable to mask her true feelings. She was too expressive for that.
As the car departed, Anderson took her hand on her knee. “What’s wrong? You seem upset.
“Did someone bully you in school?”
She didn’t dare to bring up Gordon in front of him. She snuggled closer to
Anderson and slipped her arm into his, resting her head against his shoulder.
“I’m just upset.”
Anderson smiled. “Let’s think about our dinner menu tonight. Do you want shrimp? Or fish stew?”
“I’m fine with either.” Mayra had never been picky about food. Starving was so common in her past struggles that she would be content with whatever food she was offered.