Chapter 1650:

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She closed the distance between them, leaning in just enough to look Lindsay in the eye. Her voice was a whisper of frost. “But tell me, why does it feel like you’ve never really cared about your legs? To me, it seems as though Matthew matters far more to you than your legs. Could it be… that even before you saved him, you had already given up your legs just to keep him tied to you? Just like how you fought off that thug barehanded to retrieve my bag and moved into Prosper Bay. And remember the chandelier at the launch event? You risked your life to push me out of the way. Was it all part of your plan—to make us feel indebted to you, to manipulate us into achieving your own hidden agenda?”

Stella’s words struck a nerve, and Lindsay was momentarily stunned, her heart racing uncontrollably. Reacting without thought, she shoved Stella aside, her gaze darting away as she muttered, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A brief flash of fear crossed Lindsay’s face, but she quickly masked it with defiance, her voice rising. “I’ve done nothing wrong! You’re the one who destroyed everything. Matthew and I were perfectly fine until you interfered. You’re the intruder who shattered our lives!”

Stella chuckled coolly and retorted, “When I married Matthew, there was no mention of an ex. Tell me, how does that make me the interloper? And let’s not forget—before his memory loss, Matthew was indifferent to you. You know it too well. If he recalls everything and discovers what you’ve been doing, what do you think will happen?”

Lindsay’s hands trembled before clenching tightly, her knuckles whitening as her nails dug into her palms. Through gritted teeth, she declared, “Even if Matthew regains his memory, he won’t turn his back on me. I sacrificed my ability to walk for him—he’ll never abandon me.”

Stella regarded her with a faint, knowing smirk and said casually, “That’s your story. Let’s see if it holds.”

Lindsay’s breathing grew uneven, and she suddenly gripped her chest, her complexion paling rapidly.

Stella blinked, startled by Lindsay’s visible distress. She hadn’t expected her remarks to cut this deep. Before she could react further, a firm hand yanked her back. Matthew rushed to Lindsay’s side, his voice filled with concern. “Are you alright? What’s happening?”

Tears brimmed in Lindsay’s eyes as she weakly shook her head. “I’m fine, Matthew, really fine.”

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Her gaze shifted toward Stella, though, silently blaming her as the cause.

Turning toward Stella, Matthew’s tone was icy. “What did you say to her? You know the doctor warned against anything that could upset her. Don’t you care?”

Stella met his glare with a calm expression. “I didn’t do anything to her. She’s overreacting.”

Lindsay quickly reached for Matthew’s arm, speaking hurriedly. “Don’t be angry with Stella, please. This was just sudden—it’s not her fault.”

At that moment, Fernando arrived and felt quite overwhelmed as he took in the tense scene. He braced himself and stepped forward.

Seeing him, Matthew barked an order. “Fernando, get Lindsay to the car. We’re heading to the hospital now.”

Without hesitation, Fernando nodded. “Yes, Mr. Clark.”

Matthew started to follow Fernando but halted near Stella, his voice tinged with irritation. “Stella, can’t you just stop stirring things up? You’re always at the center of these problems.”

As they walked away, Stella stood motionless, bitterness welling up as it struck her that Matthew once again blamed her for instigating conflict with Lindsay. Her lips curled into a faint, self-deprecating smirk.

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Message from Noa: We’re in the final quarter of the year, my dear ones, hang in there! God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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