"Her father doesn't treat her well, either, Ashley. Right now, she only has me. Please try to understand. Don't be sad."
Ryan Linton's aloof face was obscured by the darkness of the night, his features indistinct. His usually stoic expression was now etched with sorrow.
He knew all too well what he and Annabelle Linton had gone through in their childhood. Kiera Keane had lived the same kind of life, and she still was.
What's more, she had lost her legs… because of him.
That was why he couldn't do something so heartless.
He couldn't abandon her; his conscience wouldn't allow it. That was the very reason he'd always resisted Ashley Grant's advances, only giving in recently.
He had agreed on impulse, but now… what was he supposed to do?
'One is the person who saved my life, and the other is the girl I like. If only they were different genders…'
