When I Was A Wallflower

Chapter 394

Chapter 394 Living Is Worse Than Being Dead

"That's enough!" Melissa, who had had enough, waved her hand and grumbled, "Your brother is right. It's highly unlikely that Amelie was the one behind this." With that, she briefly shared her analysis with Jodie.

However, no matter what Melissa said, Jodie refused to listen as she was convinced that Amelie was behind it. She let out a growl and interrupted Melissa, saying, "Why are you siding with her? What benefit has she given you?" She then pushed Melissa's hand away, disappointed. "Have you forgotten how she bullied me back then? She has long been wishing for my demise!"

Melissa was getting impatient; Jodie was acting stubborn and refused to listen to her. As she stood up, she gripped her exquisite purse and said coldly, "Jojo, your brother is right about you being responsible for this accident. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't thrown the bodyguards off."

"Mom—" Jodie wailed.

Melissa tucked her hair behind her ear and spoke while ignoring the pitiful look on Jodie's face. "You've caused a big stir here, and your brother has good intentions for sending you abroad. Be on your best behavior throughout your stay; you can even pick up a new hobby to distract yourself. I'm sure that Leo will let you return within two years. Grasp this opportunity and don't blame others once the opportunity is gone. Rest well and spend some time reflecting on your actions." With that, Melissa left the room as she was fed up with Jodie's attitude.

"Mom—" Seeing Melissa leave made Jodie anxious. She kept beating the blanket, feeling dismayed that her mother had ignored her. After she was done beating the sheets, she covered her face with her hands and let them get soaked in her tears. It took her some time to finally calm down. She was so drained that she lay still on the bed with her eyes shut.

Not long later, a nurse entered the room and quietly replaced the IV solution without waking her up. "How is she?" asked another nurse while walking in.

"Shh. She's asleep."

"Oh." After a brief exchange, both of them retreated to a small room next door.

Since Jodie was unable to take care of herself, they hired a nurse to stay by her side and look after her 24/7. The small room next door was for them to rest in.

Both nurses started gossiping since they thought that Jodie had fallen asleep. "It's such a pity to lose her legs at such a young age. What's going to happen to her in the future?"

"What else? She will have to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair."

"Thinking of it… Feels scary."

"It is. Although all people are equal, those without legs will be treated differently, especially someone like Miss Alston. She's from a rich family, and she's bound to be looked down upon."

"It sounds like whether you're rich or not doesn't matter if you're disabled."

"I wonder who is that vicious to do something so cruel."

"I heard from the police officer that she had been deliberately retaliated against." Their voices had gotten even softer as they whispered to each other.

However, since it was heavily silent in the VIP ward, even the slightest voice could be heard from the bed. Jodie, who wasn't asleep, listened to the entirety of their conversation. Her grip on the blanket tightened as she listened to them gossiping about her.

The nurses kept on gossiping, unaware that Jodie wasn't asleep. "If that person wanted her dead, they could have just killed her off. However, they chose to make her a cripple. It seems like they want her to suffer."

"That person must have loathed her."

"Who knows?"

"The person who did this to her is too viscous."

"Exactly. With her condition, living is worse than being dead. It is better to be dead than to live a life full of misery."

The more Jodie listened, the tighter she gripped the blanket until it became wrinkled. Her face contorted in anger, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Meanwhile, outside the ward, Melissa stopped to take a few deep breaths after she was some distance away. As she touched her face, it felt rough and oily. Due to her age, her skin condition had deteriorated, so she had splurged on various facial treatments and expensive skin care products to maintain her complexion.

However, she had spent the past two days feeling sad and concerned about Jodie. She felt that she had aged overnight even without having to look at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but shake her head and sighed at the thought of Jodie's condition and her unlucky life. She had lost her husband when she was 30, and her daughter was crippled when she was 50 years old.

Why is life so hard?

She pitied herself for her circumstances. During such times, she needed someone to please her and someone who could handle Jodie, who was a handful. The perfect candidate to do the job would be

Chandler.

With that, she put one hand in her bag and pulled her phone out before dialing his number. As soon as the call went through, she asked impatiently, "Where are you, Chandler? Why aren't you here yet? Shouldn't you hurry over when something this serious has happened?"

Even though it was the Alston Family's matter, Melissa was so used to relying on Chandler that it sounded like she was blaming him for not turning up. Meanwhile, Chandler, who was on the other end of the phone, wasn't mad. "Don't worry, Mrs. Alston. I've already arrived. Since Leo doesn't like me very much, I didn't want to make things worse for you and him, so… Don't worry, I shall wait outside the hospital and assist when required," he responded gently. Hearing that made the infuriated Melissa feel better. "Mm," she replied. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She was pleased with how sensible and attentive Chandler was. "Come over here as soon as Leo leaves," she commanded.

"Will do," he replied gladly as if it was a great honor to be bossed around by her. Melissa instantly felt better after hearing his reply. She couldn't help but smile when she imagined Chandler bowing to her in front of the hospital and acting like a loyal canine.

In actuality, Chandler, whom Melissa imagined as a loyal canine, was at a high-end hotel. He was dressed in branded luxury clothing from head to toe, and he swirled his wine glass nonchalantly while being accompanied by two women. There was a stark difference between his tone and expression as his lips curled in disdain while he spoke to Melissa on the phone. The women who were in skimpy outfits winked at him as they didn't dare interrupt him.

As soon as the call ended, he scoffed and tossed his phone on the couch. Another rough-looking dark- skinned man was seated in front of him. Seeing that Chandler had tossed his phone aside, the man placed his glass on the table and rolled his eyes.

"Why did you suddenly think of doing something to her?" It seemed like both of them were playing charades when they knew the reason for it.

"To get my revenge." Chandler let out a malicious smile. He then stretched his arms out and pulled both of the women into his arms. The man sitting across from him twitched his lips upon hearing that. Chandler then patted the women's backside, and the duo stood up and left after getting his message.

He then placed the wine glass on the table and played around with it gently, making the wine in the glass sway. "They can't blame me for it since they were the ones who started the game. To me, the more the Alston Family suffers, the happier I am." He tilted his face slightly forward, and the red wine's reflection could be seen in his eyes. It made his eyes look red and malevolent.

"Aren't you afraid of Leo?" asked the man.

Hearing that, Chandler scoffed and didn't seem bothered. "Leo seems glamorous on the outside, but in reality, he's an idiot. What else can he do besides intimidating others?" With that, he lifted his head and looked around him before adding, "All his achievements to date are due to his father. If we had switched places, do you think he could've built up his own business?"

Hearing that, the man looked down and drank his wine quietly. As Chandler lifted his glass to take another sip, there was a glint in his eyes. Just then, the door was forced open as a tall man with tattoos on his arms came running in.

"What is it? Can't you see that I'm speaking to Mr. Alston?" The dark-skinned man was displeased.

After taking a look at Chandler, the man approached his superior and exclaimed, "Something bad has happened!"