Seven Years of Winter Before Spring

The entire room fell silent.

Belinda’s eyes widened. Miles snapped his head up. “What did you just say?”

Wendy rose to her feet. “I’m done eating. You guys go ahead.”

She turned around and walked upstairs, and behind her Belinda muttered, “What’s wrong with her?”

Just as she reached the staircase, Miles chased after her and grabbed her wrist.

“What did you mean by that?”

Wendy looked back at him. “Wasn’t this what you wanted? A wedding? I agreed.”

His brows furrowed. “That was just for show! My mom just got out of the hospital. I didn’t want to upset her.”

“Yeah.” She nodded lightly. “Just do whatever you want.”

Miles studied her eyes, as though he was trying to read something in them. Finally, he replied in a low voice, “Don’t worry. I’ll withdraw the divorce application before the process is finalized.”

Wendy smiled. “All right.”

He let out a sigh of relief and reached out to touch her hair. “Good.”

Wendy tilted her head, dodged his hand, and gave him a faint smirk before turning back upstairs.

Miles stood rooted to the spot, watching her from behind. A strange unease rose in his chest.

The following day, Miles had gone to the office, and only then did Wendy emerge from the guest room.

Downstairs, Belinda was already sitting at the dining table, impatiently drumming her fingers. When she saw Wendy come down, she immediately said in a cold voice, “What are you doing? Hurry up and help me wash up!”

Normally, Wendy would have immediately gone to pour warm water, grab a towel, kneel to wash her face, brush her hair, and even put on her shoes.

Today, she merely glanced at her mother-in-law, then walked straight to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of milk, and slowly toasted a slice of bread.

Belinda’s expression darkened instantly. “Are you deaf?”

Vivian quickly interjected with a gentle voice, “Belinda, let me take care of you.”

She knelt down, awkwardly wiping her face as a faint crease slightly formed between her brows.

Wendy sat at the dining table, watching coldly, and suddenly realized how foolish she had been.

She had served Belinda for two years. She poured tea, prepared meals, cleaned up for her even when she deliberately threw food on her. Yet she had to smile while tidying everything.

Now, Vivian’s expression had already shown a trace of impatience when she was only cleaning her face.

Yet Belinda remained blissfully unaware, patting Vivian’s hand fondly. “See? Vivian’s the thoughtful one.”

After breakfast, Belinda suddenly said she wanted to go outside and get some sun.

“Wendy, push the wheelchair,” instructed Belinda.

Wendy set down her cup and replied nonchalantly, “Isn’t Vivian good at taking care of you? Let her do it.”

Belinda’s face froze. Vivian was stunned for a moment too.

“You…” Belinda was about to snap, but Vivian quickly smiled apologetically. “Belinda, I’ll push you.”

Belinda let out a cold snort, reluctantly agreeing.

The three of them went outside. Vivian pushed the wheelchair while Wendy walked beside them.

As they reached a downhill corner, Vivian suddenly cried out and slipped, shoving Wendy hard.

Wendy was caught off guard, stumbling forward. Her elbow hit the wheelchair.

The wheelchair went out of control, hurtling down the slope!

“Mother!” Wendy’s pupils dilated. She lunged instinctively, trying to grab the handle.

However, at the exact moment she reached it, Belinda suddenly spun around and shoved her!

“Get away!”

Wendy stumbled backward and fell straight into the middle of the road.

Screeching brakes pierced the air. Her body was slammed violently, crashing hard onto the pavement.

In the last agonizing second, she saw Vivian standing on the roadside, supporting Belinda with a cold smirk on her face.