The odds.

Two Years Later.

“There’s nothing we can do, we can’t just let him suffer like this. Geraldine hasn’t been able to pick college application forms, my bank account is empty due to payments for treatments, we’ve sold our car to raise money, and yet we haven’t been able to get what we want. We’ve spent too much in the last two years on treatment. I haven’t been able to get back on my feet again, and your business?” Wellington whined.

“No, I can’t go with what you’re saying. How do you expect him to feel? How do you think Gerald would feel when she gets to know about this?” Mrs Wellington said as she shook her head negatively.