Chapter 388 He Hadn’t Let Go
Winston stood tall in front of him, his slender frame straight and unmoving.
His narrow, cool eyes lowered slightly, a light in them that Dalton couldn’t quite read.
“How’d you end up in a wheelchair?”
Winston spoke out of nowhere, his expression unreadable, his tone chilly and distant.
Dalton pulled his hands away from the wheels and looked up, meeting Winston’s icy gaze head–on.
“Yeah.” He nodded lightly, face calm and unreadable.
“You…” Winston opened his mouth, the words spilling out before he could stop them.
But halfway through, he shut his lips again.
The boy just stared deeply at Dalton, eyes fixed,pletely silent.
Dalton let a faint, rxed smile pull at the corners of his lips. “There was an ident a while back, so I need the chair now<b>.</b>”
His voice was even, brushing past all the pain he’d endured as if it meant nothing.
“What kind of ident?” Winston narrowed his eyes<b>, </b>cutting straight to the point.
Dalton stayed quiet for a beat.
After a few seconds, he finally replied in a slow, measured tone, “Of course it wasn’t something good. I <b>don’t </b>really want to talk about it right now. Why?” Dalton tilted his head slightly, his smile tinged with sarcasm. “Do you actually care?”
At that, Winston’s face darkened. His voice turned sharp. “No. I was just asking.”
“I just didn’t expect it. It hasn’t even been that long…” Winston let out a cold scoff, his eyes shing with contempt. “And you already turned yourself into this mess… Pretty pathetic, Dalton.”
His words cut like invisible des, stabbing Dalton right in the chest.
Dalton bit his lip, trying to hold hisposure.
After a long pause, he finally gritted out, “Yeah, I’m a mess right now. So you better work hard not to be one, Winston.” His gaze flickered withzy defiance. “Otherwise, I might just end upughing at you.”
With that, Dalton ced his hands back on the wheels, pushing himself forward, silent as he tried <b>love </b>out of Winston’s sight.
That moment marked thest time Dalton and Winston ever saw each other again for many years. Like parallel lines, they drifted apart, never intersecting again.
Winston grew older, eventually/starting high school. Meanwhile, Dalton left for a foreign country to get medical treatment.
Now, with his condition finally under control, the one thing Dalton wanted most-
Chapter 388 He Hadn’t Let Go
Was toe home; <b>to </b>return to school. He still wanted to study.
Maybe it was because there was still something about school he couldn’t let go <b>of</b><b>. </b>
After a long stretch <b>of </b>convincing, his parents finally agreed to let him <be </b>back.
And so, yearster, he returned to campus–and once again crossed paths with his childhood friend, Winston.
Even though now, they couldn’t really be called friends.
Jean quietly watched as Dalton poured out his thoughts, and once again, she couldn’t help but <b>sigh</b>. Jean texted: “Maybe this was fate. Maybe it was the universe giving you two another chance to meet. <b>If </b><b>you </b>don’t clear up the old misunderstanding… that’d be such a shame. Things didn’t have to end up like this.”
Dalton replied: “Honestly… I let go of it a long time ago. And this time, seeing him again<b>–</b>seeing that <b>he’s </b>doing okay–actually made me feel relieved. Plus, I noticed he’s <b>got </b>someone like you in his <b>life </b>now<b>. </b>Someone who makes him smile, someone he cares about. That’s enough for me.”
Jean texted: “But the way my brother treats you… it’s obvious he hasn’t let go. If he had, he wouldn’t hate <b>you </b>that much.”
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