Sandra’s leg fracture meant she couldn’t follow Hannah, and her appointment was already scheduled. She had no idea what Hannah and the Temples were doing there.
By the time she finished her check-up, Lionel had arrived and texted her, asking for Hannah’s location. Instead of answering, Sandra told him where she was.
When Lionel found her, he was surprised to see her pushing her own wheelchair, with no maid or assistant in sight.
“You’re alone?” he asked.
Sandra forced a weak, pitiful smile. “Yes. My parents and I had a fight. They’ve been trying to set me up on more blind dates, and when I refused, they told the staff to ignore me.” She dabbed at her eyes, her voice thick with unshed tears. “My leg needed a new dressing today, but the driver said he couldn’t go against my parents’ orders. I had to wheel myself to the street to catch a cab. I had to do all of this by myself.”
She sniffled, waiting for the familiar words of comfort. In the past, a story like this would have had Lionel fuming on her behalf, ready to fulfill her every whim.
But the comfort never came.

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