Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“What do I have to do for you to be satisfied?”
I secretly pressed the recording button under the blanket.
“Be satisfied?” I glanced at him coldly. “Rachel deliberately ran over my legs. She’s the one responsible. She must go to jail!”
“Rachel already said it wasn’t intentional.” Jack’s face showed clear signs of exhaustion.
“Just because it wasn’t intentional, does that mean it’s nothing?” I asked, my voice colder. “Jack, do you value my legs so little compared to her words of ‘it wasn’t intentional‘?”
“Lily,” Jack’s face showed irritation. “It’s just a car accident. Even if we sue, it’ll just be about compensation. There’s no way she’s going to jail. Stop making a scene.”
“Fine. So you’re admitting it–she really was the one who hit me!”
“Yeah, but what does it change?”
What does it change? Ha, don’t blame me then!
After being discharged from the hospital, I had already become quite adept at using the wheelchair on my own.
After all, I had been dating Jack for a year, and I understood his business dealings to some extent–he never kept anything from me.
I knew the tea house he regularly did business with. He had taken me there before, and the security guard at the entrance recognized me. Though he was a little surprised to see me in a wheelchair, he hesitated for a moment but didn’t stop me.
Jack was quite shocked. He quickly stood up and, as usual, spoke to me in a gentle tone, “Lily, why are you here? I told you I’d be back once I finished what I had to do.”
I didn’t even glance at Jack. Instead, I took out a bag of foul–smelling tofu juice, rotten eggs, and congealed porridge–mixed together into an unidentifiable liquid–and tore open the package, throwing it at the people Jack was doing business with!
“One plant!”
“Where did this crazy woman come from?” The corpulent CEO across from us seemed to have a short temper, his face turning beet red.
“It’s Jack who asked me to come. He doesn’t want to work with you. He said just seeing your fat pig–like face made him lose his appetite for three days, so he told me to tell you to go ahead and get yourself pregnant with a pig and
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marry into a good family while you can!”
Jack quickly came to his senses, trying to explain, “No, Mr. Thomas, my girlfriend’s been through a car accident, and
she’s a bit…
I cut him off, pouring more fuel on the fire. “See? You heard it. I’m his girlfriend. If he didn’t tell me to do this, why would I destroy everything like this?”
Mr. Thomas was covered in the foul–smelling liquid, and now a crowd had gathered, watching the scene. Humiliated, Mr. Thomas slammed his fist on the table, glaring at Jack. “Fine, fine! From now on, don’t even think
about working with us again!”
Jack finally dropped the act. He yelled angrily, “Why did you do this?! Mr. Thomas is the cooperation I’ve been working so hard to secure!”
“And what about you? Why did you do this? Dance is something I’ve worked my whole life for, and you’re the ones
who ruined it!”
“If you’re not going to get the punishment you deserve, I might as well collect some interest!”
Instead of quietly swallowing my sorrow, I’d rather go crazy and drag others down with me. If I’m not going to be happy, neither should my enemies!
“Lily, we’re about to get married. What good does this do you?”
“Covering for a criminal is a huge benefit to you, right?” I didn’t budge at Jack’s desperate pleas.
“Rachel is different”
I turned my wheelchair and started to leave, sick of hearing those same words over and over again.
“Lily, if this is what it takes to make you feel better, then…..”
“Tll never be satisfied unless Rachel gets what she deserves!”
I had planned to ruin every business deal Jack had, but after receiving an email, I suddenly changed my mind.
I quickly packed up everything, using the money my parents left me, and flew to the world’s top dance academy–Ace Academy.
The professor who had contacted me came to pick me up. When she saw my amputated leg, she showed no pity or sympathy but instead said, “Welcome, Lily. I believe that even without your legs, you’ll still shine on stage!”
Later, the professor told me that she had originally felt sorry for me, but after seeing the viral art exhibition In the Face of Adversity, Blooming Flowers, she had changed her mind. She decided to make an exception, even though it would be difficult, because who says you can’t dance without legs?
Art isn’t defined by a healthy body.
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In adversity, flowers can still bloom!
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