Kingsley stepped out of the car slowly. His face was masked with a frown. He didn't want to be here, but he had no choice. He needed to find out if Vanessa was really paralyzed. He didn't trust her. He didn't like her. But for now, he had to pretend to care.
The hotel door opened after a painful moment of waiting. Raymond came out, pushing Vanessa in a wheelchair. She wore a pink dress and big black sunglasses. Her hair was tied back neatly. She smiled when she saw Kingsley.
"I hope you are ready," Kingsley said as he walked toward her.
"Yes, I am ready," Vanessa replied with a warm smile.
Kingsley sighed and looked away. He didn't return her smile. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes cold.
Vanessa tilted her head. "You don't have to look at me like that," she said, her voice was calm but sad.
"I look how I want to look," Kingsley replied curtly.
Vanessa's smile faded a little. "You didn't have to come," she said softly, looking at the ground.
