FRANCISCA'S POV
It still felt like a dream to me that I had finally gotten out of that bed after spending over a month in the hospital. Not just the bed, I had been given an apartment—as per my wishes—and I was once again getting a taste of the luxury life.
Sipping from the glass in my hand, I gazed out the window, drinking in the beautiful sight. My liver was in perfect shape but my mental health was still stalling in making a full recovery. But I didn't allow that to sway me or place me in low spirits. I saw it as an opportunity to do better with myself and in life.
“Can I get you anything else?” a voice sounded beside me, causing me to whirl around as best I could in my seated position. The maid gave me a polite smile and repeated her question, “Would you like me to get you anything
