Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 281

For the most part, he still heavily relied on his wheelchair to get around.

She visited him every single week, and every time, she saw him sitting in that chair. He had never abandoned it entirely.

Finding it folded away in an infrequently used study was far too bizarre.

Coupled with the fresh mud on the tip of the cane, the knot of suspicion in her chest tightened.

She approached the wheelchair in the corner, leaning down to carefully inspect the frame, the armrests, and the wheels.

But the surface was immaculate. There were no mud splatters, no scuff marks—it was so smooth and clean it looked entirely unused.

"Ms. Sloan?"

A woman's voice suddenly called out from the doorway, snapping Sienna out of her thoughts.

Sienna looked up to see a young maid holding a tray, still wearing a kitchen apron. She had clearly just been passing by.

The maid asked cautiously, "Are you looking for something? Do you need some help?"

Sienna stood up, casually smoothing out her skirt with a composed expression.

"No, thank you. I'm just looking for a book. He mentioned he had a poetry collection in here, so I thought I'd try to find it."

"Oh, okay. I won't bother you then."

The maid nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment," Sienna called out, her tone effortlessly casual, betraying none of her internal probing.

"Has he really stopped using his wheelchair lately?"

The maid paused, instinctively blurting out, "No, not at all. Clarissa pushed him downstairs for lunch just today.

The longest he goes without it is when he gets tired of sitting and has someone support him to walk a few steps around the room. He never goes far."

The moment the words left her mouth, a look of sheer panic washed over the girl's face. She frantically tried to backtrack.

"I... I spend most of my time working in the kitchen! I rarely come over to the main house, so I don't really know his daily routine.

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