The Day Our Promise Breaks

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.

phone. "Don't come!" she barked, forgetting to mask her irritation and impatience.

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

slip-up, Dahlia didn't scramble to defend herself or try to soothe Wesley. Instead, she turned

For whom did I have children? For

been for you and

show for Charles, do you think Sandy

to give Sandy a better life, would

and leave Charles? You think I'm not

no money, my disability, and you just out of prison, how would we

times,

If you can handle

out

it off right

her face stayed stony,