PENELOPE’S POV
“I heard you talking to him,” Natalie confessed after Tristan was dragged from my room with the security officers of the hospital.
“He deserves that. He really did,” I explained.
“He seemed sorry though. He was in tears all along. The guy is obsessed with you. He kept chanting your name and his love for you like some sort of a prayer.” Natalie remarked.
“The guy is sick.” I chuckled.
“I have posted and informed my colleagues of your funding. So far, five people have donated and we are at 100 dollars,” She pointed.
“Thank you,” I huffed.
“I know it is small but trust me, we will get to that figure.” She filled me with hopes.
“I have missed so many classes and I really want to study. Please tell me of a therapy so that I can go to school,” I advised.
“Actually, that i
