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Chapter 130 Can’t We Just Stop the Sessions?

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“Mom, I know what you’re thinking,” Peyton said, rubbing his temples with a tired sigh. “I know you’re doing this for us. But can you please stay out of this? If you keep pushing her, she’ll only get more worked up-and less willing to cooperate.

“I’ve already put in so much effort to make this work. Just… let me handle it my way.”

Peyton was at his wit’s end. He understood his mother’s frustration, but her approach was only making things worse. He just wanted to fix this mess quickly.

“Alright, that’s enough bickering,” Iris cut in sharply, silencing them both. “Is this really worth fighting over? We all know exactly what Wendy’s up to. But instead of getting riled up, we need to figure out how to solve this-not make it worse.

“Problems don’t get fixed with anger. Why can’t we just sit down and talk it through calmly? If we can just get through this rough patch, things might finally settle down.”

Iris could barely stand to listen anymore. Ever since Wendy came into their lives, their home had been turned upside down. Everything was chaos.

They’d all been in such high spirits, looking forward to a nice family outing. Chances like that were few and far between.

But now, thanks to Wendy, their good mood was ruined. None of them felt like going out anymore.

“Peyton, I’ll take them out,” Quinn said softly, stepping forward to defuse the tension. “You go handle this. We both know you’re the only one who can get her to cooperate with treatment. Don’t worry about us.”

Quinn knew this was the only way to get him to leave. It would also help ease the two mothers’ worries.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t sting-no woman wanted her man constantly running off to another

woman.

But there was no other choice. Now that this mess had landed on their doorstep, she had to stand by Peyton and help him clean it up.

Peyton hadn’t planned on going at first. But seeing how supportive everyone was, he knew he had to resolve this quickly. Only then could everyone finally breathe easy.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, turning to the mothers with a guilty expression. “I know I promised to go out with you today. But I have to take care of this first. I’ll meet up with you as soon as I’m done.”

Peyton’s chest tightened with remorse. He didn’t know how else to explain himself.

“It’s alright, Peyton,” Doris said gently, waving off his apology. “We’ll have just as nice a time with Quinn. Honestly, we don’t have anywhere specific we want to go. We just wanted to spend some time together, relax

a little.”

Doris was a reasonable woman. She understood exactly what was going on.

Her words put Peyton’s mind at ease.

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Chapter 130 Can’t We Just Stop the Sessions?

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He left the house right away and headed straight for the rehabilitation center. He was going to get to the bottom of Wendy’s games once and for all. Lately, she’d grown more and more dependent on him, as if she was determined to keep him wrapped around her finger forever.

When he arrived, he went straight to her room and checked on the situation.

Wendy had taken a bad fall during her session that day. Her face was covered in bruises and scrapes.

“Wendy, open the door. It’s me,” Peyton called out, his voice firm.

“Peyton? I thought you had plans today,” she replied, her voice muffled through the door, dripping with false innocence. “Why are you here? I’m fine, really. You don’t have to worry about me.”

He was already standing outside her door, yet she still refused to let him in. She was laying it on thick with the pitiful act, as usual.

“Open the door,” Peyton repeated, his tone colder this time, sharp with impatience.

Wendy must have heard the irritation in his voice. She quickly scrambled to unlock the door, dropping her charade before he lost his temper entirely.

“Peyton,” she whispered, looking up at him with a shaky smile.

Her face was a mess-black-and-blue bruises mixed with swollen cuts. It was clear she’d taken a hard tumble. And this time, it hadn’t been an act. Her legs had simply given out mid-session.,

“You’re hurt this badly, and you still refuse to cooperate with the doctors?” Peyton demanded, his anger flaring. “What are you playing at, locking yourself in here like this? Why won’t you let anyone help you?”

He was seething. His patience with this woman had reached its breaking point. If he didn’t owe her a debt, he would have walked away from this mess a long time ago.

“I wasn’t trying to be difficult, Peyton,” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “I swear I wasn’t. I just… I’m in so much pain. I get so scared when they work on my legs. It hurts so badly, it feels like I’m dying.

“I’ve been pushing through this for you this whole time. But I can’t take it anymore. Please, can’t we just stop the sessions? I’d rather spend the rest of my life in this wheelchair, I don’t care if I never walk again, as long as I don’t have to feel this pain.”

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