Chapter 159 Saving The One I Adore

• Our saving grace was that father didn’t drive the car because I hadn’t seen a man become so nervous that his entire body shook as the strings on a guitar.
• Fanny and I sat at the back seat while the driver sped to the hospital. Although I often dared to lock gaze with Fanny’s sweating, sour face which smiled randomly, I wondered if this man was going to survive the next day.
• The doctor’s phone call about my husband had changed my body temperature, and it was Fanny that reminded me how hot I was when his palm touched mine.