Laura
I halted sharply. The thoughts echoed in my mind. "Grandma is sick? That can't be possible." I turned to face Mr. Rizzo, "What do you mean?" I tried so hard to hide my disbelief and fear. "Grandma is sick?" I asked again. "That's not possible. She looks healthier than always. I don't believe you." I barked.
Mr. Rizzo sat upright, "The results are here. You can check for yourself."
"I don't need to," I snapped. "You're lying."
Mr. Rizzo's expression remained calm. "I'm afraid not, Laura."
"I will never believe you," I said, my voice shaking.
Mr. Rizzo leaned forward. "You should reconsider very soon. She doesn't have much time."
I glared at him. "Apologies, I can't just do what you want. I will pay you back in the future," I said loudly as I dashed for the elevator.
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