Buried in the Avalanche Our Love Expired novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421 You Don’t Trust Me?

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Nella lowered her eyes. “You should consider yourself lucky. If I had proof, you’d be the first one I’d put behind bars.”

She paused, as if remembering something, and let out a small, wry laugh. “Maybe, if that ever happened, I’d become your target, too.”

Wesley froze, then looked up at her, his reddened eyes staring at Nella. His lips trembled. “You think of me like that?”

He reached out to grab her hand, but the moment his fingers touched hers, he hesitated and pulled back, a little afraid.

He looked at her and forced a bitter smile. “You know I would never hurt you.”

“Really?” Nella smiled coldly.

“When you say ‘never hurt me,’ do you mean tricking me under the excuse of a ‘kidnapping, then making me watch my teammates die in your schemes? That’s not hurting me?

“You used me to trick Alfred, making me live every day with guilt toward him. That’s what you call not hurting me?”

Nella’s calm, sharp words cut like knives. Each one left Wesley stepping backward.

Wesley shook his head again and again. “N-No, that’s not what I mean.

“I only wanted to lure Alfred to Seldoria. I never meant for those doctors to die there. I really didn’t…”

Nella cut him off, “Intentions don’t matter. Whether you meant it or not, the fact is still there.”

“Nella, I…”

Wesley wanted to say more, but Nella raised her hand and stopped him. “That’s enough. Do you have anything else to say?”

Wesley fell silent.

The coldness and disgust in Nella’s eyes still stabbed into him.

He lifted his hand and covered his eyes, as if doing that could trick himself into believing he couldn’t see the hatred in her gaze.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his hand and looked at Nella.

He said in a low voice, “I can do Alfred’s surgery.”

Nella froze in place.

She almost forgot that Wesley was a brain surgeon. A specialist in neurosurgery,

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Chapter 421 You Don’t Trust Me?

Even though he was young, his skills in this field were no worse than those of older specialists.

But…

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

Wesley clenched his jaw. “My uncle and the others won’t agree.”

Hearing that, Nella laughed.

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“Of course they won’t. You wanted Alfred dead. If they agreed, wouldn’t that be handing Alfred’s life to you?”

Nella’s words were blunt and cruel, cutting so deeply that Wesley felt like his heart was bleeding.

“You don’t trust me?” Wesley asked.

She said, “Sorry, no one would take that risk. Besides…”

She clenched her fists without meaning to. “Besides, I’m already divorced from him. Signing for a surgery isn’t my decision. You don’t need to come to me about this.”

With that, Nella started walking away.

Even if Wesley really had the skill, she couldn’t trust him anymore.

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