Vincent stepped in front of Katelyn, positioning himself to block her line of sight. In a calm tone, he said, “Miss Bailey, if you’d rather not speak to him, let me handle this.”

Neil’s hands tightened into fists, gripping the sides of his wheelchair. How could Vincent say something like that? After all, Neil and Katelyn had once been married. Did Vincent really think he had the right to get involved this much?

Still, Neil kept his expression neutral, hiding his frustration.

Katelyn’s voice was quiet as she spoke.

“There’s no need. It’s pointless to talk to him. Let’s go.”

Aimee couldn’t understand why Neil kept being so shameless, always dragging Katelyn into his mess. It made no sense at all. Given his position, why couldn’t he act with a little more dignity?

Just as Katelyn began to walk away, Neil called out again.

“Katelyn, this concerns my grandmother.”

Katelyn stopped in her tracks. She glared at Neil, her eyes full of contempt. After a deep breath, she said in a frigid tone, “Fine. You have ten minutes.”

Vincent furrowed his brows, his expression clearly showing his disapproval as he glanced at Katelyn. She gave him a reassuring smile, her voice gentle.

“It’s fine. I’ll be back soon.”

Without another word, she walked over to Neil, standing beside him with an impatient look in her eyes.

“Let’s go.”

Vincent and Aimee stood still, watching as Katelyn and Neil walked away.

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A small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of Neil’s lips. It was clear to him—Katelyn still had a weakness.

In a quiet, tucked-away corner at the back of the venue, Katelyn leaned against the railing, allowing the breeze to lightly touch her skin. It calmed the storm in her chest, easing the tension just a little. Taking a steady breath, Katelyn faced Neil and said flatly, “Say what you need to say.”

Neil could tell Katelyn wasn’t comfortable being alone with him. He began, “I know you despise me. The wrongs between us will always stay with you.”

Katelyn’s expression tightened with impatience.

“Stop with the rubbish.” The past between them had been marked by too much pain to ever truly disappear. But why bring it up now?

Neil didn’t seem angry. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh.

“My legs are failing, and my health has deteriorated after being sick. I don’t think I have much time left.”

Katelyn stood there, speechless.

Was Neil losing his mind? How could he possibly know how long he had left to live? The neurotoxin wasn’t the end. Once it was neutralized, recovery would come in time. But now, Neil was claiming he was on the verge of death.

Still, Neil’s eyes betrayed a deep sense of regret. He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with sorrow.

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