Chapter 1655:

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Despair flickered in her eyes; her hair tousled, casting a shadow over her forlorn and wretched appearance.

Matthew’s features twisted in pain as he listened to her despair. He reached out, his tone firm yet tender. “No, Lindsay, don’t think such thoughts. Even if a cure for your legs seems out of reach, remember, I’m here for you. Always.”

From the sidelines, Stella’s heart felt like it was being compressed under a leaden weight, making her chest tight with discomfort.

Powerless—that was how Stella felt, especially knowing that Lindsay had been crippled while saving Matthew. Her words stuck in her throat, unspoken.

Gradually, under Matthew’s soothing litany, Lindsay’s turmoil began to ebb. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with nascent hope. “Matthew, could you… would you really stay by my side forever?”

Silence enveloped Matthew as he grappled internally with his feelings—torn between his duty to Lindsay and the tangled web of his marital life.

The pause was enough for Lindsay to sense his hesitation. A glimmer of disappointment washed over her face, and she averted her gaze, her voice breaking as she surrendered to her bleak outlook. “Forget it, Matthew. You’ve got your own life, and you’ll have children in the future. Me? I’m just an anchor, dragging you down. Maybe it’s better to end things while I still have some dignity left, to save everyone the trouble.”

Matthew’s response was immediate, his resolve unwavering. “Don’t even think it! If Dr. Watts can’t help, we’ll search for another specialist abroad. There’s got to be a treatment out there that can give you back your life. We won’t give up, not now, not ever.”

Stella hadn’t anticipated that Matthew would genuinely act on what Lindsay had told her that morning. If Lindsay remained like this for the rest of her life, requiring Matthew’s constant care, what purpose would her own presence serve in their lives? Was she really going to divorce Matthew? These thoughts swirled relentlessly in Stella’s mind, trapping her in a storm of uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Lindsay’s spirits seemed to lift, as if rekindled with a new sense of hope. Tears filled her eyes, brimming with gratitude and dependence as she gazed at Matthew.

Matthew, on the other hand, was preparing to take Lindsay back to the consultation room to see Ronan. As he turned her wheelchair, his gaze landed on Stella.

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He hesitated for a moment, his lips parting slightly as if to speak, but in the end, he remained silent, pushing Lindsay into the consultation room.

Stella couldn’t ignore the triumphant look Lindsay shot her. It pierced through her like a blade, leaving a sharp pang in her chest.

What hurt even more was Matthew’s behavior. If he hadn’t lost his memory, he would have stood by her side, managing Lindsay’s situation with her. Instead, he repeatedly left her to endure the humiliation and pain alone.

Nearby, Fernando let out a quiet sigh and said, “Mrs. Clark, please try to understand Mr. Clark. Miss Wheeler’s test results weren’t promising, and she’s emotionally fragile right now. Mr. Clark is worried she might do something drastic, so he’s been doing his best to console her.”

Stella mustered a faint smile and replied, “I understand. I won’t make a fuss.”

Hearing her words, Fernando was momentarily at a loss. He closed his mouth, uncertain of what else to say, afraid that anything more might worsen the situation.

Inside the consultation room, Matthew’s expression darkened as he scanned Lindsay’s test results.

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