Chapter 387 It Didn’t Feel Good at All
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Dalton texted: “It’s been a long time. I honestly don’t care anymore. And besides… what’s the point in clearing things up now? Clear the misunderstanding… and then what? Go back to being childhood friends? 1 don’t need that. Things are fine the way they are now.”
Jean replied: “I guess that makes sense… but still, do you really not want to be friends with my brother again?”
Dalton answered: “It’s not about wanting or not wanting. I’m just going with the flow these days.”
Jean stared at her screen in silence for a while.
Then, as if something had suddenly clicked, she quickly started typing again.
Jean asked: “Wait–so when you and my brother had your falling out, you weren’t in a wheelchair yet? You were still going to school? Then later, how did you… Sorry, I’m just really curious. I didn’t mean to be rude- do you mind me asking?”
Dalton replied: “I don’t mind at all. Like I said, I’ve made peace with it. It’s been a long time, and with time, things settled. Back then, I didn’t need a wheelchair yet. I could still walk, still had the strength to go to school. Even after things completely fell apart between me and your brother, I stuck it out for a while. I didn’t give up–I kept going to class, kept turning in my assignments. But eventually, I couldn’t keep up. My condition took a sudden turn for the worse. That’s what put me in the wheelchair–my health just went downhill fast.”
Jean responded: “So that’s what happened. Just like I suspected…”
Dalton texted: “Once I had to rely on a wheelchair, I had no choice but to take a leave from school. On the day I went to fill out the withdrawal paperwork, I went to school one last time. And guess what–I actually ran into your brother.”
Jean replied: “What? That’s way too much of a coincidence.”
That day, he forced himself to go back to school.
He didn’t really have to–the paperwork could’ve been handled without him showing up in person.
But Dalton clenched his teeth and went wheeling himself there.
He wanted to bring his school life to a proper close.
At the very least, he wanted to be the one to
end it himself.
He wasn’t some helpless wreck who couldn’t do anything; he could still manage one last trip to school.
He just hadn’t expected-
That on this very day, he’d run into Winston again.
Since the blowup between them, they hadn’t crossed paths once–not even by accident.
And now, of all times, Winston /saw him sitting in a wheelchair.
Truthfully, Dalton didn’t mind the wheelchair.
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Chapter 387 It Didn’t Feel Good at All
After going through so much treatment, his rough edges had long since been worn down by the illness
He’d gotten used to a lot of things, including being in a wheelchair.
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But even so, he still didn’t want Winston to see him like this.
It felt like the embarrassment of getting caught by someone you used to know–at your lowest.
He’d acted so tough during their fallout; and now, Winston was seeing him like this, reduced to sitting in a chair…
It didn’t feel good at all. When Winston saw him in the wheelchair, of course, he looked surprised.
But only for a moment.
That exquisitely handsome face quickly went blank again. He stared at Dalton like he was looking at something rare and strange.
Dalton pretended not to see him.
He did his best to ignore the sharp gaze locked on him, reached for the wheels, and started rolling forward with a blank expression, trying to leave.
But to his surprise–Winston suddenly stepped right in front of him.
With one long stride, he stood directly in Dalton’s path.
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