A Letter That Changed Everything
Three days later, an envelope arrived at his flat. The letterhead read: Wellington & Co. Holdings.
Oliver frowned but opened it.
“Dear Mr. Parker,
I am Harold Wellington, the man you helped last week. Without your quick action, I might not have survived.
You missed your exam because of me, and that troubles me deeply. I’ve spoken with your university, and they’ve agreed to arrange a special make-up exam for you next week.
I would also like to meet you in person to express my gratitude. My office will send a car to collect you on Monday morning, if you’re willing.
Sincerely,
Harold Wellington”
Oliver read the letter twice, hardly believing it. A make-up exam? Hope had found its way back.
