Marsha's heart filled with anger. "Will, I'm speaking to you politely, yet you still want to provoke me, huh? Have I become an unforgivable sinner in your eyes?"
In the next moment, she walked directly up to Will, standing face to face with him.
Although Will was confined to a wheelchair, the indifference etched between his brows was impossible to ignore.
"If that's what you truly believe."
After he finished speaking, he began to wheel his chair away. However, Marsha firmly held onto the armrest, preventing him from leaving.
Marsha was furious. "What do you mean 'if I believe'? I've given you so much good advice. Have you ever taken any of it to heart? Will, you persistently seek the company of those who reject you, those who keep their distance from you. I'm sincerely addressing you for your own benefit, yet you see me as an adversary! I made it clear to you from the very beginning about Melinda. Don't think I don't know your true intentions!"
I have always been secretly observing Melinda and Will when they are together. She treats Will with the utmost care and caution. They don't seem like a couple at all.
That was why Marsha was so angry that day.
"What difference does it make if you know? By now, everyone knows there's someone like me by your side. If you're still not satisfied, then go find someone else." Will's voice rang out coldly. Who would be interested in him now, as a disabled person?
"It seems you won't be satisfied until you completely provoke me." Marsha glared at him.
"Mom, there's no point in us obsessing over this. If you really can't handle it, then I'll step back from everything. I'll just give you one child to raise. Would that be all right?"
Will was truly confused.
The progression of the conversation to this point indicated his acceptance of reality.
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