Chapter 225: Everything Coming Full Circle
Christopher appeared momentarily stunned, disappointment flickering in his eyes. After a heartbeat, he asked, incredulous, "Don’t you even tell a lie?"
"You rarely lied before, either." I smiled calmly in response.
Christopher had never even bothered to deceive.
"Evelyn ran away from home; I need to find her."
"She got divorced; I'm afraid she might do something rash."
"She had a car accident; I can't rest easy without checking on her."
Eventually, he didn't even need a reason. He would simply state, "I need to see Evelyn."
When it came to her, he could never stand idly by. If I cared even a little, I was being petty, and if I tried to stop him, it was akin to committing a crime.
It was quite ironic. People always said things come full circle. Christopher probably never imagined this day would come.
His utensils slipped from his hand, clattering loudly onto the porcelain plate, the sound piercing through the restaurant where only soft music played in the background.
He lost his composure, his voice hoarse. "Do you really have to go?"
I picked up my bag and stood up, joking, "Now you're being unreasonable. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave before. Besides, I'm single now."
I didn't look back to see Christopher's expression and strode out of the restaurant.
My car was parked at the nursing home. It was Valentine's Day, and the streets were clogged with traffic. If I went back to get my car and then headed to Jerry's place, it would add an extra two or three hours to the trip. So, I decided to go straight to Jerry's.
Even getting a cab took a long time waiting in line today. The streets were bustling, and many young couples would suddenly kiss, then look at each other with sweet smiles.
Youth was wonderful; youthful love seemed so sincere and enviable.
When I arrived at the address Jerry had sent me, I suddenly realized that this was the very neighborhood where he gave me an apartment two years ago.
I got out of the car and sent him a message.
[Sophia, what's the apartment number?]
'Sophia' replied instantly: [Building 6, Unit 1, 5th floor]
Same building, same unit, the apartment before.
If it weren't for the one-apartment-per-floor layout, we might have been neighbors.
I put away my phone and rang the doorbell.
It seemed intentional, as it took several minutes before the door was lazily opened with a "Who is it?"
Jerry was lounging in his wheelchair, his sharp face exuding a lazy nonchalance mixed with a hint of impatience. I pretended not to notice and played along. "Sophia said your leg hurts, so she asked me to check on you."
Jerry raised his eyebrows at me. "I don't need it."
I nodded and smiled. "I'll be off then."
As I turned to leave, a slender hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me back into the house with surprising force. I steadied myself at the entrance. “I thought you said you didn’t need it?”
Jerry's eyes were dark and his tone icy. “My leg suddenly started hurting again. I need it now. Problem?”
“No problem.” I forced a smile and nodded, gesturing to a pair of slippers on the floor. “Can I wear these?”
Jerry’s gaze followed my gesture. “Those are Sophia’s,” he said flatly.
He maneuvered his wheelchair over to the shoe cabinet, retrieving a new pair of slippers from the top shelf. “Wear these,” he said, tossing them to me.
As I kicked off my high heels and changed into the slippers, Jerry’s lips curled into a smirk. “I heard you spent Valentine’s Day with Christopher?”
I shook my head. “No.”
I couldn't unravel the complexities of what had happened two years ago, but today’s events were straightforward enough to explain. “He brought in an expert from abroad to check on Claire. The expert said Claire could be cured within a month.”
“So, you’re grateful?” Jerry’s tone was probing.
I shot back, “What else would I be?”
Having changed into the slippers, I began to push his wheelchair towards the living room. Jerry sneered. “Who thanks someone by going to a couple’s restaurant?”
I was slightly stunned, "Couple's restaurant?"
I had spent so little time in Maple Valley that I didn’t know much about the local spots and had thought it was just a nice place to eat.
Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t know?”
I replied honestly, “I didn’t. I didn’t even realize today was Valentine’s Day until I went to the mall.”
Being single for two years, I had long stopped keeping track of such holidays.
Jerry's expression remained stony, but his tone softened. “Still as clueless as ever.”
I didn't want to argue, so I removed the blanket from his legs, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and started massaging his calves. As I worked, a thought struck me. “Why has your leg injury worsened?”
Jerry glared at me, as if recalling something unpleasant. “It's your fault.”
I frowned. “My fault? How could I have made your injury worse?”
The accusation seemed to hit a nerve. Jerry snapped, “Shut up. You’re so annoying.”
Choosing to let it go, I started to ask, “Do you remember the person Kimberly found to impersonate me?”
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