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Love Or Money
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Tác giả: Rowena Akinyemi
Thể loại: Tiểu Thuyết
Giới thiệu:
Love or Money
Chapter 3
Early next morning the house was quiet. Suddenly there was a cry from the room next to Roger s, his mother s room. Roger opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was nearly seven o clock. He got out of bed and opened the door quietly. At the same time the door of his mother s room opened and Diane came out. Her face was very white.
Roger! It s Mother! I brought a cup of coffee for her and I found her dead. She s dead... dead in her bed, she cried.
Roger went quickly to the door of his mother s room and looked in. The window was open but the room was warm. Molly was on the bed, one hand under her head. Roger went across to the bed and put his hand on her arm. It was cold. On the little table next to the bed was a hot cup of coffee and an empty cup.
I m going to call the doctor, Diane said.
She s dead, Roger said slowly. His face, too, was white. Mother is dead!
Diane walked across the room to the door. I m going to phone the doctor, she said again.
Wait a minute! Roger called. Let s tell the family first. ...
Thể loại: Tiểu Thuyết
Giới thiệu:
Love or Money
Chapter 3
Early next morning the house was quiet. Suddenly there was a cry from the room next to Roger s, his mother s room. Roger opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was nearly seven o clock. He got out of bed and opened the door quietly. At the same time the door of his mother s room opened and Diane came out. Her face was very white.
Roger! It s Mother! I brought a cup of coffee for her and I found her dead. She s dead... dead in her bed, she cried.
Roger went quickly to the door of his mother s room and looked in. The window was open but the room was warm. Molly was on the bed, one hand under her head. Roger went across to the bed and put his hand on her arm. It was cold. On the little table next to the bed was a hot cup of coffee and an empty cup.
I m going to call the doctor, Diane said.
She s dead, Roger said slowly. His face, too, was white. Mother is dead!
Diane walked across the room to the door. I m going to phone the doctor, she said again.
Wait a minute! Roger called. Let s tell the family first. ...
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