She was clearly the hostess of this family, but she seemed to be nothing more than just that title.
The second floor.
Shirley entered Carter’s study room with a sense of familiarity.
Although it was daytime, Carter had drawn the curtains. He also closed the door behind Shirley after she entered.
He turned around and looked at Shirley who was seated in a wheelchair. He closed his eyes, hoping this was merely a figment of his imagination.
Unfortunately, when he reopened them, Shirley remained in the wheelchair.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that Shirley had always been seated when they met the last few times.
Evidently, it was due to the loss of ability in her legs.
Unable to comprehend the situation, Carter was upset, and the rage within him continued to grow.
“What exactly is going on? Your legs… how did it happen?”
Carter spoke from behind Shirley; the anger in his voice was suppressed.
“You seem concerned about my legs, Mr. Gray. There’s nothing much to say, except that I may have committed too many bad deeds. This is retribution.”
“….” Carter refused to accept such a reply. He strode up to her and grasped the back of her neck just like before, then placed his face directly in front of her sight.
“Tell me the truth, Shirley. What exactly happened to your legs?”
Carter repeated his question. He appeared to be in a foul mood.
Shirley restrained her trembling heart, and in her usual tone, she responded, “As I’ve said, I was hit by a car, and that’s the truth. Don’t you think that’s retribution?”
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