Delyth frowned when she saw Arwen there, standing all tall and fine while she sat confined to a wheelchair. Shouldn''t it have been Arwen feeling helpless like this? Why did her plan backfire?

"What are you doing here, Arwen? Are you here to laugh at me?" Delyth said, clearly displeased.

Arwen took a step back, her gaze sweeping over Delyth from head to toe. The scrutiny made Delyth shift uncomfortably, feeling self-conscious.

"What do you think you are? A clown?" Arwen asked, sounding bored.

Delyth was taken aback. "You —" She had never expected Arwen to mock her like this. Not that Arwen fawned over her, but she had always maintained a certain elegance, refraining from such biting, deprecating remarks. What had changed now?

"Since you don''t consider yourself a clown, then don''t worry. You definitely can''t make me laugh. Especially like this," Arwen gestured dismissively at Delyth''s form, from head to toe.

She never meant to mock her but for some reason, it felt oddly satisfying. Plus, Aiden''s words from before urged her to act devilish once.@@@@

"Arwen, you are cruel."

"I told you last time, don''t mistake me for someone kind," Arwen smirked. "Also, I am sure my recent actions have made that clear. Haven''t you received the court notice yet?"

Gripping the armrest tightly, Delyth suggested, "Arwen, let''s talk about it. We should discuss and —"

But Arwen clicked her tongue dismissively, "I told you there is nothing to discuss."

"You are doing this on purpose, don''t you?" Delyth gritted her teeth, unable to bear Arwen''s smug tone. She wanted to wipe the arrogance off her face. But at the moment, she was helpless in the situation.

Delyth fingers clenched. Bi*ch! She cursed internally, casting a quick glance at Ryan. Seeing him gaze at Arwen as if she held the world in her hands, her jaws tightened. Desperate to have his attention on herself, she reached out to hold his hand, subtly sobbing for sympathy.

"Arwen, can''t you pity me for once? I am like this because of y—"

"Watch it Delyth!" Arwen interrupted sharply as if saving her from continuing an unforgivable mistake. "Don''t dig yourself deeper into a hole you have made. Think before you speak. I have already unleashed my cruelty; I won''t hesitate to go further. Blame me one more time for something I didn''t do, and the consequence will be harsher than before."

Delyth was left speechless. This time, it wasn''t Ryan''s presence but Arwen''s threat that silenced her.

"Enough!" Ryan spoke, cutting through the tension. He wanted to speak to Arwen, but at that moment, he couldn''t bring himself to. So, instead, he turned to Delyth and said, "Weren''t you here to see some doctor?"

Delyth, equally overwhelmed, nodded and gestured towards the cabin from which Arwen had just exited. "It''s here. The nurse said the legendary doctor sits in this cabin."

Arwen glanced back and realized that Delyth was pointing at Dr. Clark''s office,

"The nurse told me he specialized in cases like mine. About a month ago, he operated on a woman who had been in an accident and damaged her limbs. But after her surgery, she was completely fine. They say it was almost a miracle, and she will even be able to dance again in future." Delyth''s voice brimmed with hope.

Arwen instantly understood —Delyth was unknowingly talking about her, and Dr. Clark was the doctor she was referring to.

"Ryan, I want to dance again. Let''s go and talk to him, okay?" Delyth''s eyes gleamed with expectation, and Ryan nodded, turning to Arwen.

"We will talk about this later, Arwen. Right now, Delyth needs to see the doctor. Let''s not create a scene here."

"There is nothing left to talk about," Arwen said cooly. "But you are right —let''s not create any more acne. I have had enough." With that, she turned on her heels, and left.