In a way to prevent me, Linda stopped me and helped me to lay back on the sickbed.
"I will get it for you. I will be right back," she assured and dashed out of the ward.
I watched the back of Linda as she scurried away from the ward as if rushing. Once she was out of sight, I exhaled and buried my head deeper into the pillow I rested on.
'Jokes aside, I really need some writing material.'
Staring at the white acoustic ceiling above, I couldn't help but reminisce about the reasons behind why I needed to write something so badly.
The Emperor had something to do with it. But what about him?
Earlier, before the test started, he had hastily broken my engagement with Sandra. He even had to call off the contract with my father… thereby using it as an excuse to demote Milton.
Whatever his reason for doing all these things was, there was no doubt he expected me to fail this test. And this meant he had something to do with it.
