“Ah!” Zoey cried out. Bang! The wheelchair crashed into the door frame and came to a halt. Zoey was petrified, worried she might tumble to the ground. Her leg had only just begun to heal, and if she fell, it could break once more.
Aimee pointed at Zoey and said, “Zoey Powell, are you asking for a beating? I’ll give you a taste of it right now.”
Clearly, Zoey had intended to cause a scene to embarrass Katelyn at the wedding banquet. Many were anticipating a spectacle involving Katelyn tonight.
Just as Aimee was about to lash out, Zoey threw up her hands defensively, on the verge of screaming, but Katelyn intervened.
“Aimee, stop.”
Aimee paused, her eyes burning with fury at Zoey.
“Don’t try any more tricks, or I’ll break your other leg!”
Zoey bowed her head, tears streaming down her face, as she said, “Sorry, Katelyn, it was unintentional.”
Several people walked by the door. They glanced inside inadvertently. The scene clearly showed a group of people bullying someone with a disability.
A well-dressed woman murmured, “Is this how you treat the disabled? Her leg is injured. How can you be so cruel?” Another woman approached with concern, asking, “Hello, do you need help?”
Zoey, looking downward, shook her head.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. It was my mistake, and Katelyn has every right to be upset.”
Aimee was so enraged it felt like her chest might burst. How could Zoey be so utterly shameless?
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A woman positioned herself in front of Zoey, scolding Katelyn, “Ms. Bailey, you should watch your actions. It’s not fair to take your frustrations out on others!”
Katelyn regarded this woman coolly and responded firmly, “If you’re so determined to defend her, then you can pay for the dress.”
The woman looked at the dress and immediately saw the brown stain. Moreover, she realized the dress was an exclusive, high-end creation from a luxury brand, valued at three million. Her expression shifted drastically.
“This is blackmail!” Just then, a loud bang interrupted the scene.
Carol remained silent momentarily, but when she finally moved, her hand hit the table with force, echoing around the room. Her strong, commanding voice cut through the air as she said, “If you think that’s too much, then stop being a heroine. You are not welcome here!”
The group went completely quiet, all eyes on Carol. She was, after all, the matriarch of the Wheeler family. Who would have the nerve to cross her?
Without warning, Katelyn stepped toward Zoey. A chill ran down Zoey’s spine, and she faltered, her voice shaky.
“What do you plan to do?”
Zoey had witnessed Katelyn’s wrath before. If Katelyn chose to act impulsively, Zoey knew this could be the end for her.
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