"Ugh! I just wanted the ending to be a little more tragic, not this earth-shattering catastrophe!!!" Lawrence Winters' tears started streaming down, "I can't take it, knowing he did so much for her, and in the end, she doesn't even remember him... Who's this author? I want to teach them a lesson!"
Edward Foster glanced at the original author's name written in the script outline and said, "It seems to be someone named Elijah Charles, a little-known writer from the old days."
"...Elijah Charles, is it? I'll remember that." Lawrence Winters nodded, "We bought the rights, right?"
Edward Foster nodded, "Of course we did, otherwise how could we adapt the script?"
"As long as we have the rights." Lawrence Winters grinned menacingly, tears still glistening on his face, "I'm going to adapt this book until even its mother wouldn't recognize it! After all, it's not required for the script to be exactly like the original, right?"
