Zelda's father, Milton Malone, fidgeted awkwardly, his tone ingratiating. "Yes, you two shared three years. For old times' sake, give her a chance.""Old times?" I stood up, approaching them. "When she swapped my clip for Ryan and that junk suitcase in the flood, did she consider old times? When she kicked me into the water, claiming I'd survive, did she?"I paused, adding, "And you... After I saved her life, tearing my ligament and being bedridden for a month, did you visit once? You fussed over her minor ordeal with soups, but not a single thanks to me. Now you invoke old times?"They flushed with shame. "The doctor said you were fine. We thought it was minor.""Minor?" I scoffed, hiking up my pajama leg to reveal the gruesome knee scar. "It's permanent damage. I can't run, jump, or swim like before. I got crippled for her, and what did I get? Her betrayal in crisis. Now you have the nerve to show up and plead for her?"Milton's facade cracked into anger. "We apologized. What el
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