Chapter 23
Dylan didn’t care at all about how Vicle felt. He continued, “If it weren’t for this repayment agreement, we’d have never crossed paths, and I’d be thing my own life.”
Violet exped at him, a biserum forming in her throat. She tried to say something, but no words came out. She quietly watched as Dylan opened the car door a
and got out.
Dylan was just about to step into the villa when a bright light suddenly Bashed on his face. Instinctively, he lifted his arm to block the glace.
Then, he heard tires screeching and Violet’s frantic voice. “Dylan!”
Valerie was behind the wheel; her resentment boiled over and clouded her judgment. She was convinced it was all Dylan’s fault and couldn’t take it anymore.
She shook off the bodyguards, slammed the gas pedal, and headed straight for him. But Violet was fast. She pushed Dylan out of the way just in time.
He came away with just a few scrapes and nothing more. Yet, Violet ended up paying the price
Valerie had been constantly hitting the gas, which left Violet with her lower half paralyzed. She was stuck in the ICU for over a month,
Before the Carlisle or Farrow families could step in, Chester had already sent Valerie behind the bar as soon as he got the news. No one had any idea when she’d be getting out. While Violet was in the hospital, Dylan did come to visit her. After all, she’d put her life on the line to save him.
Seeing her lying there with tubes everywhere to help her breathe, he let out a deep sig his heart weighed down by mixed feelings.
Violet had really taken those words he said in the car to heart. But for Dylan, it was too late to change the past. Violet rescuing him was just her way of finally settling the score. Dylan hung around her for a while before finally turning to leave.
Due to the accident, he had to put has plans to return to walls on hold and spent the next few months recovering at the Farrow villa
One morning, Dylan found out that Violet had woken up. When she learned that Valerie was the cow whahit her and that her legs were now paralyzed, she didn’t say a word Then, one day, while Dylan was packing up his stuff, he came across a ring tucked away in a drawer.
It was the same ting he’d found years ago after diving into the sea. Later on, Violet used that ring to propose to him.
The ring was in rough shape after seven years of being ignored. The diamond was long gone, and the band had custed.
Dylan ran his fingers over it for quite a while. Maybe the ring itself was the best answer to the question Violet had asked him in the cat.
In their five years of marriage, Dylan always put in the work while Violet reaped the rewards. without them working together to keep things alive, the marriage had gone stale long ago, just the ring
So whether there wide factor not, their marriage wouldn’t have lasted without Violet’s commitment.
Dylan put the ring back in its box and asked Galan to rerum it to Violet.
ae back as she could remember. In fact, she’d even given her only and only emerald
When Violet got the leg she stared at it in surprise for a long time. She’d never given Dylan anything as fac ting to Archer.
When Violes’s friend visited the hospital and saw the ring, she gasped, “an’t this the one we tossed into the sea during that bet?”
Violet stared at the ring in her hand, and the memory of that day came flooding back
That day, they had thrown the ring into the sea as part of a bet, saying that whoever’s date could fish in our would win the land in Northana
Even though it was just a wager, they made sure to be careful, tying the ring to a fishing line before tossing it into the waves. But even so, no one had the guts to dive in except for Dylan. He casually asked the person who made the bot if it was for real Once he got a solid confirmation and the land transfer document with the pressed fingerprints, he dove right in without
Violet watched the waves engulf his frail figure, her grip on the railing so hard that her lackles wet white
