Chapter 395

The girl’s eyes sparkled with clarity and resolve; the air around her seemed to bristle with quiet strength. Any trace of sadness from a moment ago was nowhere to be found-she’d tucked it neatly away.
Watching his young wife like this, Harrison felt something stir deep within him. He gazed at her, his voice steady. “Alright.”
Anastasia flashed a confident smile.
Suddenly, something occurred to her. She whipped around to the front passenger seat and asked Logan, “Did you take care of the car accident?”
Logan nodded. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ve already identified the driver responsible. Whoever orchestrated this was in a rush—they left plenty of evidence. It won’t be hard to find out who’s behind it.”
Anastasia nodded, satisfied. “Good. When you have the results, bring them to me -I’ll need them.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Logan worked fast. By the next day, Anastasia had what she wanted: a thick stack of evidence pointing to the culprits behind the accident-Penelope and Nora. Anastasia’s lips curled into a cold, knowing smile. Just as she’d suspected.
She picked up her phone and called Juliet. When she learned that Benson had gone to the hospital to see Penelope, Anastasia let Harrison know, “Honey, I’m heading out for a bit.”
Harrison looked up from his laptop. “Go ahead.”
At the hospital, Penelope’s legs were well and truly ruined.
She saw Benson walk in and clung to him as if he were her last lifeline. “Ben! Ben what am I supposed to do now? What do I do?” Tears streamed down her face, and she nearly toppled from the bed in her panic.
Benson rushed to steady her. Seeing her in such a miserable state, his resolve faltered. He met her gaze, skipping any pretense. “Penelope, did you have anything to do with yesterday’s accident?”
He’d meant to visit her the day before, but Anastasia’s warning replayed in his mind—how could that crash have happened so conveniently? Was Penelope really as innocent as she claimed?
His hesitation had kept him away. But this morning, when he heard Penelope’s legs were paralyzed, he’d dropped everything and come running.
After all, she’d ended up like this trying to save him.
Still, a sliver of doubt gnawed at him.
Penelope froze, her body rigid.
Two seconds later, she broke down, sobbing harder, her pale face trembling pitifully. “Ben, what do you mean by that?”
“You… you’re doubting me? How could you think that of me? Did you forget why I’m like this in the first place?”
A flicker of shame crossed Benson’s eyes. For a moment, he wondered if he’d been wrong-after all, she’d paid such a heavy price to save him. How could she possibly be involved?
Penelope caught the shift in his expression, relief flooding her chest, though her voice stayed wounded. “I get it. You think I’m disgusting. You don’t want me anymore… It’s fine, you can go. What’s the point of living like this? I might as well just die!”
She began struggling to get out of bed, half-crawling as if she really meant to throw herself out the window.
Benson panicked, grabbing her quickly. “Penelope!”
“Let me go! Don’t try to stop me. Just let me die!”
“My reputation’s ruined, I’m crippled, and you don’t want me. There’s nothing left for me here
Benson’s expression twisted in torment.
Images of those videos about Penelope online flashed through his mind, making his stomach churn, but then he looked at her ruined legs-ruined for his sake. Content orıginally comes from.net
In the end, he closed his eyes, voice low. “Stop it. I won’t abandon you. If you’re still willing, we’ll hold our engagement party as planned