Chapter Ninety Four- Stupefied

Andrew stood at the top of the hill.  His eyes were like lasers trying to burn them through the white marble. The disgust was clear on his face. He hated every aspect of this.  It was all built on a lie. The entire foundation of everything was a sham and he spent years of his life wasting away on it. Clenching his fingers tightly into a fist, the man spat on the ground next to his feet.  “Pathetic.” Andrew William’s stood on a hilltop. There were plants all tangling up in his Italian leather handmade shoes. His designer suit jacket had been poked and prodded at, torn in some places after the tree branches caught at his clothes. The man had made his way up the hill. The trek wasn’t long but it had been tough. It was clear he wasn’t an outdoor person.  The man had been pampered his entire life. He had a hoard of nannies looking and running after him. His mother would give him whatever he desired so as long as he didn’t make a noise. His father would grant him the l