Chapter 6: The Paintings

"It's still your fault," Lara continued, "you're the one holding the phone, so all you have to do is give it to Leonardo. You know, I want to talk to him. It's still your fault. "

Angela's pressure increased, and Lara appeared to be out of tune. "I can't do anything if my boss refuses to speak with you." You can come if you want to speak with him. "Bye," Angela said as she hung up the phone and made her way to Mr. Vera's room.

"Good day, Sir." Angela came to a halt when she noticed Mrs. Vera at the window. She appeared to be sobbing. She wanted to ask, but she held back and quietly placed Leonardo's food tray on the small table.

"You can eat right now, Sir." The food I brought is delicious. "I know those are your favorites," Angela said, looking at Leonardo's bed. Leonardo was just lying down.

"Who are you to tell me what my favorite is?" Leonardo mumbled. "You're extremely obstinate. Scram! "

"Have mercy on yourself," his mother exclaimed, "don't be angry with the world, Leonardo."

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