Chapter 264 Unseen Wounds
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After his shower, Emyr turned off the light, propped himself up on his wheelchair, and attempted to get onto the bed. Just then, a pair of hands reached from behind, circling his chest.
His body tensed instantly.
But soon, the familiarity of the motion–one he had experienced countless times–made him naturally cooperate with Charmaine’s strength as she helped him lie down.
Charmaine slipped back under the covers, curling up on her side facing him. Even in the darkness, her bright, glistening eyes remained fixed on him, unwavering.
Emyr lay there, feeling her intense gaze piercing through him.
Finally, he sighed and turned his head to meet her eyes.
His gaze was darker than the night outside, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Why are you still awake? What are you thinking about?”
Charmaine hesitantly replied, “I’m thinking about how to heal your legs.”
She stared straight into his eyes. He made no effort to shield himself from her, and a strange, tingling warmth spread through his chest.
Under the blanket, his hands instinctively clenched. “What if I’m destined to never walk again? Can you not accept that?” he asked.
Charmaine was momentarily stunned by his question but quickly shook her head. “Of course, I can accept it. No matter what, Emyr is still Emyr.”
She paused before adding, “But it shouldn’t be like this. Your legs can be cured. So why? What went wrong?”
A nagging suspicion crept into her mind–Basil and Emyr hid something from her.
Seeing her perplexed expression, Emyr averted his gaze and said flatly, “Maybe this is just how it is.”
“No, I won’t give up. I’ll continue your needle treatment and keep working on your recovery until you’re completely healed!”
Charmaine was confident in her judgment. Emyr had already closed his eyes, but she didn’t care whether he agreed. She was determined to see it through once she set her mind to it!
After the weekend, Charmaine returned to school and immediately noticed that people looked at her differently.
Admiration. Respect. Envy. Disdain.
When she entered the classroom, a group of classmates gathered around her.
“Charmaine, you’re way too low–key! You’re an amazing pianist. Even professional musicians have been posting articles praising your talent!”
“If we had known you were this good, we should’ve had you perform at the school anniversary instead of that mediocre performance by someone who only won a small city–level award.”
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Someone in the crowd muttered that last part, and Leah’s face, sitting at the back of the classroom, instantly turned as dark as coal.
When the Nelsons were at their peak, she had given these people countless favors. They had wagged their tails and fawned over her like obedient dogs.
After that piano performance, Daniel presented her with flowers on stage, and the whole school erupted in cheers!
Their photo had even been pinned to the top of the school forum for a week, with countless comments congratulating them on being the perfect match–the school prince and princess, a beautiful couple made
in heaven.
And now, just because Charmaine had a brief moment of fame, these shameless people were turning against her?
Leah lowered her head, her expression twisting into something dark and sinister in the shadows where no one could see.
Meanwhile, Veronica was fuming just as much.
Emyr had done her a huge favor by getting her parents into the summit.
That night, she had spent ages dressing up, ensuring she looked absolutely stunning.
But their seats had been assigned to the back rows–miles away from Emyr, who sat in the front. The gap between them was like heaven and earth–entirely out of reach.
She had no choice but to sit in the dimly lit back, unable to do anything but watch from afar as Charmaine descended onto the stage like an ethereal goddess. She became the center of attention with a single piano piece, receiving praise from the Four Elders and even taking photos with them.
Everyone fawned over the Nelsons, saying they were blessed to have such an exceptional, accomplished daughter. Her parents sighed, saying, “If only we had a daughter like her.”
That had nearly driven Veronica insane with jealousy!
Her parents? What a joke. They had never cared about her–only resented that she wasn’t a son to carry on the family name. And now, they suddenly wished for another daughter?
What was so great about Charmaine?
She only had what she had because she had climbed into Emyr’s bed and leeched off his power.
If she were the one in Charmaine’s place, she would be a thousand–no, ten thousand–times better!
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