After he drove for almost thirty minutes, we reached the Zimba’s goddamned palace. Paul hooted his car and the gate suddenly opened at instinct.
They didn’t even have a gateman or a servant. Well, they had a butler. Jonathan. But he was old, and I was feeling sad that he had to do a lot of work around the house. But that will change when mother and I move in.
Paul drove the car inside and parked in the parking lot. Last night, I hadn’t even noticed the freaking cars that sat idly in the parking lot. This family was wealthier than I thought.
There was also a statue of those Greek gods near the swimming pool area. Did he believe in that? Did they actually exist? That family got damned. Just the father alone, Cronus, was a self-centered man. He didn’t like any of his kids. I knew little, b
