Chapter 195 When The Going Gets Tough

• Once Salsa was done serving me breakfast, she got a distress phone call from the hospital about her mother. Fortunately for her she wasn’t holding any of the chinas, otherwise nothing stopped it from leaving her grip and dashing on the floor.
• For never in my life have I seen someone tremble the way her hands tremble upon getting the distress call. The phone in her hands had fallen and split into parts.
• “What is it, Salsa? What has happened? Talk to me and stop crying like a baby!” I demanded anxiously, shaking her frail shoulders to quicken her reply.