“I’ve prepared tea.” Arthur’s British accent was impeccable, a natural beauty of sound, a masterpiece his vocal chords produce when he opens his mouth.
“Thank you so much, young master.” The doctor adapted how the elder spoke to Arthur.
He turned away, quite a bit shy, and rebuked the doctor, “Arthur, my name’s Arthur.” He looked right back at him in the eye.
Jackson glanced away, he couldn’t bear look at his father bowing to a boy just to get some money for the hospitalization of his mother.
“Oh, yes, uhm, Arthur, your phone, thank you so much for letting me speak to your father.” Zack handed over the flip-phone to Arthur as if trying to pass a hot potato – nervous and uncoordinated.
“No worries.” Arthur smiled sweetly as he got hold of the phone and put it in his
