Observing Ste’s turmoil, Lindsay felt a surge of vindictive satisfaction, knowing how strained Ste’s rtionship with Matthew had be.


    With a self-satisfied grin, Lindsay pressed on, “So, Ste, you’re desperately clinging to a man who’s already lost his heart to another.


    Does this marriage still hold any meaning for you?”


    Jolted back to the present by Lindsay’s smirk, Ste’s mind sharpened.


    “I will uncover what transpired in Sothrea.


    You better hope it’s not rted to you.


    Furthermore, I am confident that Matthew will never fall for someone else.


    My faith in him remains unwavering,” Ste dered with resolute confidence, her voice ringing with the tenor of a deration of war.


    Lindsay, taken aback by Ste’s steadfastness, cursed silently, inwardly scorning Ste as a bitch.


    Fueled by frustration, Lindsay was more resolved than ever to break Ste’s resolve.


    Casually scanning the garden, Lindsay’s gaze flickered to the uneven cobblestone path, a sinister n brewing in her mind.


    With a stealthy resolve, she shifted her weight abruptly and toppled over, making it appear as though she had been pushed.


    In the next breath, both Lindsay and her wheelchairy sprawled on the ground.


    To any onlooker, it would appear as though Ste, standing close by, had shoved her.


    Confusion clouded Ste’s expression, unable to fathom Lindsay’s sudden fall.


    Instinctively, Ste bent down to assist Lindsay, but as she reached out, her hand was abruptly yanked away.


    Caught off-guard by the forceful pull, Ste lost her footing.


    Her high heels gave way, causing her to tumble to the cobblestone path.


    The fall resulted in a sprained ankle and her elbow scraped painfully against the rough surface.


    Before Ste could gather her wits, Matthew’s voice,ced with concern, cut through the air.


    “Are you okay?”


    Ste was stunned, her world spinning as the cold truth dawned on her—-Matthew’s concern wasn’t for her, but for Lindsay.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    What pained her even more was that Matthew was the one who had shoved her to the ground.


    She lifted her gaze, disbelief coursing through her, only to witness Matthew bending down to assist Lindsay into her wheelchair.


    His hands were tender, almost reverent, and his voice dripped with concern, each word a dagger to Ste’s heart.


    “How are you feeling? Are you hurt?”


    Lindsay, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, whimpered, “My arm.


    it hurts.


    ”


    Then, like amb caught in the wolf’s re, she cast a frightened look at Ste, her lips trembling as she quickly shook her head.


    “But it’s fine.


    I fell on my own.


    It wasn’t Ste’s fault.


    ”


    She looked as though she feared Ste might devour her whole if she said otherwise.


    Only then did Matthew’s gaze shift, cold and using, toward Ste.