Chapter 342

Dahlia couldn't shake Wesley's words from her mind: "I'm out, I'm free."

In a moment of distraction, she accidentally hit the button on her wheelchair. She was already perched at the top of the stairs, and with that single press, the wheelchair surged forward. Before she knew it, it was too late.

With a startled scream, she and the wheelchair went tumbling down the stairs. Dahlia was thrown from her seat, landing awkwardly on the floor as her phone slipped from her grasp.

On the other end of the call, Wesley heard her scream and immediately asked, his voice tight with worry, "Dahlia, what happened?"

"I'm fine..." she managed to say, though the pain left her pale and her voice barely a whisper. Wesley couldn't hear her.

He started to panic, his tone urgent, "Dahlia, why aren't you saying anything? Are you hurt? Hang tight, I'm coming over right now."

The thought of Wesley rushing over sent Dahlia into a fresh wave of panic. If anyone saw them together in broad daylight, especially if word got back to Charles... She couldn't even bear to think of the fallout if Charles discovered her secret with Wesley.

her disheveled state and scrambled to grab her phone. "Don't come!" she barked, forgetting

first time she'd spoken to him with such a tone. Sensing something was off, he asked, "Have you fallen

defend herself or try to soothe Wesley. Instead, she turned

huh? For whom did I have children? For whom have I stayed

has been for you and

on a show for Charles, do you think Sandy would be safe

trying to give Sandy a better life, would I be stuck in

I don't want to just take Sandy and leave Charles?

disability, and you

tough times, but

If you can

out

break it

emotion, but her face stayed stony,

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