Chapter 295

“So… I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair?”

Paige’s voice was barely above a whisper—hoarse, trembling—but it was enough to shatter Camilla’s heart. She sat beside the bed, frozen, unsure if her own voice could stay steady if she spoke.

The room was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the low hum of the air conditioner that made the white curtains