Half an hourter, Dahlia appeared at the airport.


    She wore a hat and a surgical mask, carefully maneuvering her wheelchair and warily scanning her surroundings.


    She didn''t know if news of Sandy''s death had already reached Charles.


    Nor did she know whether he''d gotten the evidence from Wesley and handed it over to the police.


    The police couldn''t reach her-both the hospital and her rented apartment hade up empty. Would they realize she was nning to flee the country? Would they send someone to arrest her?


    The uncertainty gnawed at Dahlia, filling her with dread.


    Waiting outside the airport, nerves strung tight, she''d never known time could crawl so painfully slow.


    Every second felt like an eternity.


    Atst, it was time for border control and security.


    Dahlia wheeled herself to the front, passing through the e-gate for customs.


    At security, when asked to remove her mask and hat, she barely dared to breathe. She was terrified that a warrant had already been issued, that she''d be stopped.


    In just those few minutes, Dahlia broke into a cold sweat. Her shirt was soaked through, but her face betrayed nothing as she calmly answered each question.


    The moment she was cleared, her tension evaporated like mist. For the first time, she felt like she could almost taste freedom.


    Once she was out of the country, thew here couldn''t touch her.


    She would still be free. Still innocent.


    It was only as she reimed her passport that Dahlia truly rxed. A giddy sense of triumph bubbled up inside her.


    So what if they knew she''d set up that brat Charlie, even found proof she''d hired someone to kill her?


    They still couldn''t do a thing to her.


    If Evelyn wanted revenge for that little brat—well, she''d have to wait for her next life!


    Drunk on relief, Dahlia pushed her wheelchair forward, only to find she couldn''t


    move.


    She froze for a moment, then realized someone was holding her back.


    Dahlia''s brows snapped together in irritation as she turned, scowling.


    A stranger''s face. She snapped, "What do you think you''re doing? Take your filthy hands off me."


    The


    Instead expression didn''t change.


    Instead, he tightened his grip dragged her-chair and


    all backwards.


    Dahlia gripped the wheels, her temper ring. She opened her mouth to curse him out.


    But when she looked up, she saw a face she loved fiercely-and thest person she wanted to see at that moment.


    Charles.


    He''de after her.


    Dahlia''s face went ghostly pale. Her heart plummeted.


    Every trace of triumph vanished.


    She frantically pressed the controls, trying to surge forward.


    She''d already made it through security. She was just one step from boarding, from getting away.


    How could she give up now?


    But her way was blocked.


    Charles''s voice was as cold as ice above her. "Dahlia, tell me how does it feel to fall just short?"


    "This is only the beginning."


    His words were a death sentence.


    Terror engulfed her.


    Looking up at him, Dahlia burst into


    desperate tears. "Charles, we were together for ten years. For the sake


    of


    Oose ten years, let me gojust this


    once."


    "I swear, I know I did wrong. I''ve paid for it. I lost my legs, I lost your love, I lost my only child."


    "I have nothing left, Charles. Please, just let me go."


    "I''ll spend the rest of my life


    praying for Charlie,


    I could make it up to bel


    life..."


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