Chapter 309
He’d occasionally serve her a dish, and they’d share a tender smile, eyes filled with warmth and affection. He’d also gently tuck the stray strands of her hair behind her ear. Every snapshot captured the deep bond they shared; Brooks adored her, and she was blissfully happy. How could Evelyn, that troublemaker, possibly deserve this?! Dahlia glanced down at her own paralyzed legs. That woman was the reason she was stuck in this wheelchair. And now Evelyn wanted a fresh start and a good life? No way! Dahlia glanced towards the dining room, then wheeled herself over to the study door, calling out to Charles inside, “Charles, I’ve got plans with friends tonight, so I won’t be joining you.” “Alright,” Charles replied absentmindedly, not even looking up. Dahlia’s grip on her wheelchair tightened. She blamed Evelyn for Charles’s indifference. If she had to suffer even a little, she was determined to make Evelyn suffer a thousand times
more.
… At the restaurant, since her legs had become paralyzed, Charles had arranged for two skilled bodyguards to ensure Dahlia’s safety. She brought them along as she headed to the restaurant. Knowing exactly where Evelyn and Brooks were sitting, Dahlia made sure to appear right in their line of sight. Brooks noticed Dahlia immediately and instinctively reached for Evelyn’s hand, casting her a worried glance. Even though Evelyn had assured him she was better now, he couldn’t forget the two episodes she had two years ago. He had also seen the scars on her wrists later on. He couldn’t bear the thought of her being triggered and harming herself again. Dahlia didn’t shy away but instructed her bodyguards to hang back a bit, giving her the chance to speak directly to Evelyn. She maneuvered her wheelchair right up to Evelyn. “Evelyn, I’m so thrilled to see you’re still alive. It’s been two years; how about a private chat to catch up?” Dahlia’s eyes were taunting, “What? Are you scared?” Brooks was about to step in to defend Evelyn and call for someone to “escort” Dahlia out when Evelyn, clearly agitated, shot back, “What have I got to be afraid of?” As she spoke, she stood up. Dahlia’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “Evelyn.” Brooks stood up too, holding onto Evelyn’s hand. “Brooks, stay out of this.” Evelyn shook off Brooks’s hand and moved forward impulsively. Brooks watched her retreating figure with worry written all over his face. Dahlia maneuvered her wheelchair to follow Evelyn, instructing her bodyguards to keep a cautious distance. To protect her, of course. And also to ensure they didn’t overhear her conversation with Evelyn. They entered a private room, where Dahlia instructed, “Be ready to come in if needed.” “Yes, Ms. Dahlia,” the bodyguards responded before she entered. Her intention was to provoke Evelyn. Even if she couldn’t push Evelyn to the edge right away, she could trigger her condition, making her suffer mentally. Dahlia was sure of her victory. She wheeled inside. The door closed behind them. Dahlia activated a signal jammer, ready to start her verbal assault on Evelyn. But before she could get a word out, her mouth was suddenly covered. Evelyn moved with unexpected speed; one moment she was a few steps away, the next she was right in front of Dahlia. In a flash, she shoved a cloth into Dahlia’s mouth, silencing her, while grabbing a fistful of her hair, dragging Dahlia off the wheelchair.