CHAPTER 12: Training

Nala’s Point of View

My heart is beating so fast, as if it could jump out of my chest at any moment. I can also feel tears welling up in my eyes as I stare at the loading screen of Hugo’s laptop.

“Tsk. It’s still nothing. Why are you already crying?” Hugo rudely asks, sitting next to me on the sofa.

I sniffle and give him a glare, but I don’t say anything to contradict him or anything. We both face his laptop, waiting for something to happen, while the screen keeps spinning in circles.”

“Is the internet connection weak here? You’re so darn rich, but your wifi is trash,” I commented, wiping away my tears with the tissue that was almost empty in the tissue box.

He glared at me. "It's your fault for crying.”

“Since when did crying become a fault?! And are my tears connected to the internet or something? Can’t I just be happy to see my sister again?”

“Yeah, I get your point, but you’ve been crying for almost ten minutes, for Pete’s sake!”

“It’s not my fault! If you’re going to buy wifi, d