89. Why do I Write so Many Conversations?

Not a single word could come out of Evan's mouth yet. The young man was still sitting on the bed, frozen, dumbfounded, and unable to believe his own eyes. Why the hell the president of this country would come to see him?

The man in front of Evan took a chair and sat down. "I assume you're getting better?"

Evan gasped, then answered frantically. "Sorry, sir! I'm fine!"

Even the man's voice was enough to make Evan's heart tremble.

The president smiled again, looking Evan in the eye. Being watched like that, Evan was puzzled about how to respond.

"You must be wondering why I came here, right?" The president asked. "Do you know why?"

Evan shook his head stiffly. "No sir. I don't know."

"I think it's appropriate for a country's leader to come to his country's hero."