If there's one thing Margarette doesn't want to go to the most, that would be a hospital. With a disgusted and angry look as she stared on the huge building in front of her, her grasp on the basket filled with fruits tightened, her feelings starting to take a toll on her once again.
Why do I have to be here? she angrily questioned herself, taking a deep breath before finally moving a step to enter the hospital, all for the sake of the image she's been carrying out for years. I don't want to be here.
Maintaining her feminine aura and showing elegance in her every move, she knew everyone won't suspect her of being someone envious to someone else. If Chris didn't told me to come, I wouldn't have been here in this stupid looking place in the first place.
"Hey Margie!"
As she reached the f
