After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 142

I turned and found Linda, crumpled against the wall, her face streaked with tears. She looked lost and fragile, clutching at her face as if she couldn’t bear to feel the rawness of her injury.

I approached slowly, feeling an odd satisfaction beneath my calm expression. She looked up at me, eyes bloodshot and wet, searching for sympathy. Her hand trembled over her cheek, the slight burn there stark against her pale skin.

“Why… why did this have to happen to me?” Linda whispered, voice breaking. “I was going to be a star. How am I supposed to face the cameras now?”

Her gaze was a mixture of anger and self-pity, not even a hint of concern for Arman or gratitude that her injuries were relatively minor.

Pretending to show empathy, I placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning in as if to comfort her. “Linda, it’s going to be okay,” I began softly, though the words held an edge of irony.

The nurse, in order to comfort Linda, rushed to say, ‘The scars on your face may be able to be removed by surgery in the future, so don't think about it anymore.’

The nurse's words seemed to bring up a trace of Linda's zest for life.

“Your burns… they’re not so bad. But Arman…” I sighed, watching her expression carefully. “He has burns over most of his body. The doctors… they said he may not even be able to keep his legs.”

At my words, the light in Linda’s eyes seemed to flicker and die. She stilled, absorbing the full weight of what I had said, her face growing more rigid by the second. She barely blinked, her expression going blank, before a slight sneer tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“A wheelchair?” she muttered softly, almost to herself, a look of disdain flashing across her face. “Well… that’s unfortunate.”

I caught the change in her tone immediately, the subtle curl of her lip betraying what she truly thought. For all her show of tears and desperation moments ago, the thought of being linked to a man who would no longer command power, wealth, and charm repulsed her.

And in that Instant, I saw clearly how shallow her attachment to him truly was. To Linda, Arman had been a stepping stone, a ticket to her dreams of stardom, but now? Now, he was nothing more than a liability.

“Arman’s family might be wealthy,” I murmured, unable to hide the glint in my eyes, “but how would someone of your ambition stay tied to a… cripple?”

I emphasized the last word, watching her flinch and then quickly look away, the truth of her selfishness stamped plainly across her face.

She didn’t respond, but her silence said everything. She gave me a half-hearted, dismissive shrug, her gaze slipping away as she muttered,