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Samantha originally wanted to refuse, but she was sick of him pestering her. She did not answer, but she only looked at him with contempt. "You're so filthy. Can you leave?" Channing was devastated, then reminded himself that he had just been with Sydney and right after Samantha had heard it over the phone. Anyone would find him disgusting and filthy. He did not want to upset her any further, so he left after he decided to give her a few days. He was injured anyway, and after everything that had happened, Samantha had enough reasons to shut him out. As long as Samantha calmed down and could think things through clearly, she would remember he was still the man she loved. Channing did not believe eight years of love could vanish just because she said it had. This time, he would cherish her properly. He was also confident that if they returned to how they used to be and Samantha had another child, he could make her forget every painful memory she had. He would never let anythi

Samantha's face was pale with pain when Margaret stopped the paramedics from helping her. She was really in a lot of pain, and she was also terrified because her legs no longer obeyed her. Someone else decided if she would get her phone or go in the ambulance. It felt like her husband and his family had a chokehold on her. She did not want to forgive Harold, but Margaret used the ambulance to force her to forgive him. Samantha's heart ached as if it was bleeding. She had never mistreated Harold. Harold had been abandoned because of Sydney's selfishness, yet he hated Samantha and believed she had caused it instead. She had cared for him for years and loved him like her own son. Samantha was heartbroken, but she also knew Channing was telling the truth. Even if she called the police, Harold would not be punished like an adult. He would not have to bear any criminal liability. Worst, she would be damaging Channing and the Lane family's interests. Channing had beaten Harold v

Samantha had remained unconscious for a day since she fell. She had a nightmare. In her nightmare, she was running just like she had always done when she was just a little girl. She suddenly realized her legs were slowly turning transparent and vanishing. A powerful wave of grief overcame her as tears trickled from her eyes even as she slept, as if she already knew the results. Her legs meant everything to her, as they would to anyone. While her family had never been wealthy, she had never felt less than others because of it. Although she had never met her parents, she had never resented them, because they had given her a healthy body. Her legs were beautiful, and she loved them. So, please… Samantha opened her eyes and immediately looked at her legs. They had not vanished, but she could not feel them at all. She could feel no warmth nor touch. She felt nothing, as if her legs had already been lost to her. She tried to sit up in a panic, but the terrible pain in her chest s

"Let me go! Don't touch me! Help!" Sydney screamed as she was being dragged. A fist struck her face with a loud cruck, and all Sydney could feel in that instant was exploding pain. The more she screamed, the harder the blows became. The attackers were all wearing brass knuckles. It was not just inflicting pain; each blow also caused severe bruising beneath the skin. Sydney was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. Blows rained down on her head and body, and someone even kicked her behind. In the end, she stopped screaming only because she had no strength left. The thing over her head seemed to be a man's coat. It reeked of cheap cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat. From their voices, there seemed to be three or four of them. They spoke with heavy Aridan accents. They were probably immigrants or illegal migrants, or maybe homeless men. They all sounded about forty years old. Sydney smelled a foul stench and could guess she was next to a roadside dumpster. Or maybe t

Channing was feeling very miserable. His first instinct was to flee, especially with how harshly Samantha had been treating him. He had always used silence and distance to handle conflict. He treated this as just another conflict. Once Samantha calmed down, everything would be fine. After Channing left, Samantha's emotions slowly settled down and she could breathe more easily. Oxygen flowed steadily into her nose, and the painkillers finally began to take effect. "Evan, are my legs done for?" Samantha asked, her voice heavy with grief. Evan knew she was being very pessimistic about it. The doctors here had no solution for such a severe fracture, but he would not trust only one opinion. He used every connection he had, including those of his parents and relatives as well as his own professional contacts, to send Samantha's examination results to the best orthopedic specialists in Central City. After reviewing them, they said surgery could be attempted, but it would be extremel