Meanwhile, Rodney could no longer reach Freya after attempting to call her many times. Only then did he realize that his number had been blocked.


    Damn it. It must be Ryan''s doing.


    Rodney punched the steering wheel. Although his family imed that Ryan was interested in men, Rodney did not buy it. Given his slyness, Ryan could be plotting something to get Freya.


    Rodney should not have divorced her. 1


    However, it was toote to say anything at that moment.


    Devastation haunted him, yet he could not find a way to vent his feelings.


    At 12:00 a.m., Rodney went home drunk.


    The minute he stepped into the house, he saw Sarah in a wheelchair looking at him with a teary face. "Why didn''t you answer my calls? I called you over ten times during the night. Did you avoid my calls on purpose?"


    "No. I drank quite a lot when I was out socializing and napped in the car for a while, so I didn''t hear my phone ring."


    Rodney rubbed his aching temples. He was too exhausted to coax her.


    "Don''t you know to get the driver to send you back since you drank so much? Rodney, ever since we got married, you''ve beening hometer each day and avoiding me. You must look down on me for not being able to walk and get pregnant, right? You regret it, right?"


    Sarah fixed her eyes on Rodney, whose shirt buttons were unbuttoned. He staggered about with a red face, and his dispirited look instantly triggered her.


    She could have controlled herself if this had happened in the past. However, she had not been able to get him to sleep with her, and during the day, she was alone in the cold, luxurious vi. Even if she wanted to go out, her disability made it inconvenient to do so. Sometimes, she also had to endure the strange looks people gave her when the nanny was wheeling her on the street.


    Considering that Sarah used to be held in high esteem, when had she ever experienced that feeling?


    She kept waiting for Rodney''s return, and now that he was finally back, her rage exploded.


    Unbothered about her, Rodney headed straight for upstairs.


    "Say something." Sarah tugged at his sleeve and said i n exasperation, "You don''t even want to talk to me now, huh? Or are you thinking about Freya? You miss her because she is able-bodied. Don''t forget who got me into this condition and killed our child."


    "Are you done?"


    Rodney lost his temper and roared as if something had hit his temples.


    A sudden hush descended upon the house. Sarah''s nk eyes rested on him. She could not believe that Rodney roared at her this way.


    A few secondster, she broke into tears. "You shouted at me. Rodney, we''ve been only married for a few days, and you''re shouting at me. What''s the point of me living? I might as well die."


    As she was speaking, she rocked her wheelchair and was about to m herself into the wall. 1


    Despite his exhaustion, Rodney went forward to hold the wheelchair.


    "Keep your hands off it. I don''t want to live anymore. It''s meaningless." Sarah hit him hard.


    Nevertheless, Rodney did not move a muscle. When she was tired of hitting him, she began to wail.


    Sarah thought that Rodney would soothe her like he used to. However, even when her throat became ufortable from all the crying, Rodney did not utter a word.


    Eventually, she stopped wailing and looked at Rodney despondently. "Rodney, do you know that you''re the only one I have left in my life? I have nothing else. I can''t be a mother, and I can''t walk. I can''t even put food on my te during meals."


    Rodney lowered his head and looked at her hand. All of a sudden, he asked, "Sarah, the day you were kidnapped, was it really Freya who broke your limbs?"


    "Who else could it have been if not her?" After being momentarily stunned, Sarah said while sobbing. 5