From Rags To Magnate
end me money anymore. I'm healthy, and there's no need for
and calmness Tristan Stanfield h
rt he was holding, tears welling up in hi
sed with acute lymphocytic leukemia. Hospital
kem
t believe what
e could have leuke
hat meant b
ide it from you. But I... I had no other o
is teeth, whisperi
As tears fell onto the examination repo
on becam
than anything that this was all just
of fate wouldn't spa
yet another harsh
he was a child, was left with n
n, and through sheer determination, he
od job, working hard to earn money, and re
future ahead, he collapsed and was rus
osis was
000, assuming that everything went smoothly
eeling himself with determinat
unt. He had worked part-time jobs while studying, sa
ith his girlfriend, Ellie Ha
feel a warmth spread through him
students who sneered at his need to work, Ellie had lo
e was the beacon of l
t, a spark of ho
m Ellie and then proceed to the h
been an error i
, he reached
rings, the call une
ether in concern, and
r a long wait,
e you. There's something important
on the phone. "I'm at the library, swamped w
ould respond, sh
taken aback, and then
orr
s" could he realis
deep in conversation. He couldn'
t the entrance of the dorm? Sh
y pretty, and she's got guts too. She went ahead and organized a
giggled an
rozen, as if struck by
li
e, the wea
o declare he
elief enveloped