Second Chance to Fly Chapter 2

This time, I watched Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen cry without saying a word.

"Old Wen and I only have Ethan as our son in this life. We poured all our heart and blood into him. Ethan was clearly a good child with excellent character and academics, but how did he date early?"

"I've asked around. That girl is an art student with terrible grades. The college entrance exam isn't important to her at all! But she can't ruin Ethan at this time, boohoo..."

My mom sighed beside them, "That girl too. Ethan had such a big accident for her, and she doesn't even come to see him."

Mrs. Wen stood up abruptly with hatred in her eyes.

"We are not unreasonable people, but that girl ruined my son; she has to come and apologize no matter what!"

Mrs. Wen got up to find Mia, but before she took two steps, Ethan's shouting came from the ward.

"Mia, Mia!"

I followed at the very end and walked in.

Ethan's head was wrapped in gauze, both legs were fixed, and he was struggling to get up but couldn't.

Because I didn't follow him, it was said that Ethan was in a coma in the car for over an hour before he was found by a teacher who called 911.

Treatment was delayed, and the injuries were more severe.

The doctor said the probability of amputation was very high.

Mrs. Wen ran over, holding back tears.

"Don't move, son. The doctor said you can't move around; the wounds haven't healed yet."

Ethan looked at his legs, stunned for a moment, and pretended to be relaxed:

"It's okay, isn't it just a fracture? It's not a big deal."

"Look, I can still move."

Ethan tried to move his legs, but there was no reaction.

His expression gradually froze. With each attempt, he also showed anxiety.

"Why can't my legs move? The anesthesia must not have worn off yet, right?"

Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen had tears in their eyes but didn't know how to speak.

"Speak! Say something!!"

Ethan pressed the nurse call button himself. After the nurse came in, he started questioning.

"What's wrong with my legs?"

"Say it! What happened to my legs!!"

The nurse was startled. Just as she wanted to speak, Ethan suddenly hammered his legs heavily.

"Why can't they move at all!"

Ethan was emotional, and two or three people couldn't hold him down.

But seeing him like this, a trace of pleasure inexplicably rose in my heart.

I walked up to Ethan and said word by word:

"Keep hammering your legs. Right now your legs are just paralyzed, but if you keep hammering, maybe they'll need to be amputated."

Ethan froze as if hit by the word "paralyzed".

"Pa-paralyzed?"

Mrs. Wen finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Mr. Wen also said, "Dad knows the ins and outs of this matter. You've become like this, that Mia..."

Before he finished speaking, Ethan suddenly said:

"It has nothing to do with Mia."

"It was me being anxious and driving privately."

I lowered my eyes and smiled. Is favoritism defending you in front of everyone even if you caused my paralysis?

This car accident had nothing to do with me no matter how you look at it, but in my previous life, Ethan could recklessly pin the accident on me.

Love and lack thereof are indeed obvious.

In my previous life, he said he would rather be a cripple than have anything to do with me again.

In this life, he continues to be disabled, while I took the college entrance exam and prepared to fulfill my dream.

Everyone gets what they wish for.