Serving a Paralyzed Wife
12. Nauseating Drama

"Miss, it's a change of clothes." A waiter handed Glacia a dress.

The dress was taken from Glacia's wardrobe in the mansion. Glacia was in her room to change. But, he has trouble.

"Miss want me to help you?"

Glacia. "you reckon? You think I can wear it myself in this condition?" ketus.

The waiter looked down. He apologized before coming closer to help Glacia get dressed. The white silk dress was no less beautiful than Glacia's previous clothes. At least the color is still compatible with Narendra's.

Actually Glacia did not care if her clothes aligned or not. The waiter found it safe by choosing the dress, even though Glacia did not ask for it at all.

After dressing Glacia did not go straight out of the room. He told the waiter to leave while he turned to the balcony and stayed there.

The back garden is slightly visible from the place of Glacia. Although not so clear, he can still see the silhouette of his father and also Narendra who now appears to chat with other male families. I don't know, maybe they're talking about business as usual.

In the midst of her depression, Glacia heard footsteps from behind. He looked over and found Claire standing in the balcony doorway.

"For a long time not to meet," Claire said subtly. The woman approached and stood beside Glacia, looking in the same direction.

The two were both silent for a moment, until before long Glacia snorted. "What's wrong? You want to talk about your best friend again?"

Claire did not reply, but Glacia could guess even though her look did not show any justification.

"Isn't she engaged? Why are you still telling me to poke?" advanced Glacia flat.

"Lizy never told me to smoke you" Claire said.

"Then?" challenge Glacia.

Claire looked at him expressionlessly. "You're supposed to be conscious without me explaining."

Glacia laughed softly, feeling funny with the woman before her. He looked up and looked at Claire. "It's not me who doesn't want a divorce. Ask the guy who always shies away from divorce!" emphatically. "Ask why Naren always gets rid of all the divorce papers from me!"

Claire remained silent. The two are now fully facing each other.

"Decorate," sizzled Glacia again. "This family is really sickening." He threw away his face, looking back at the backyard, where Narendra's back was visible there.

"Lizy is heartbroken when Narendra breaks off their relationship. He was also very ill" Claire told me. He looked at the backyard like Glacia.

"It wasn't me who took her lover. His girlfriend who wants to marry me."

"Because of your father."

"And blame my father" said Glacia. He was really fed up with these various drama rinses. "I never wanted this marriage in the first place. If your best friend wants to, take it. I don't need a padlock like that. He's just a prick in my life."

After saying that Glacia turned away with her wheelchair, leaving Claire's eyes staring at her back that were getting away until it disappeared in the door.

Claire looked back into the backyard again, looking at Narendra who was still loyal in her seat. Sometimes he found the man spreading a glance. The gesture seemed relaxed, but ... was not as comfortable as when Glacia was beside him.

Claire snorted and then turned around to leave the balcony.

***

Glacia's back at the dinner table. He did not pay attention to Narendra who could not look at him since he first came. The man seemed like he wanted to say something, but he looked at Glacia's less friendly face.

Dinner continues until it is over. During that time, Glacia kept silent and seemed to avoid Narendra. In fact, when she was going home, the woman preceded Narendra to the parking lot. Narendra, who was still saying goodbye to John, quickly resigned and soon followed Glacia.

Glacia had already entered the car, before he was assisted by guards who stood guard in front of the mansion. His hands were crossed in front of his chest, his face was a typical Glacia haughty.

Narendra entered, he had observed Glacia before then had Julian drive forward. The car split through a night street full of lights, and the two were still covered in silence until they got home.

Glacia refuses Narendra to help her in a wheelchair, but she does not argue when Julian did it. It was clear that the woman was avoiding Narendra.

"Master?" reproof slowly.

Narendra was a little aghast, but he could control his countenance until it returned to normal. Narendra turned his head with raised eyebrows at the assistant.

"You're not in?" ask Julian.

Narendra was silent for a moment before then nodding. "You can go home. Remember, tomorrow there's a morning meeting" he said before entering the house.

Julian nodded obediently. "Good, Sir. Good night."

Upstairs, Glacia just got out of the elevator. He pointed his wheelchair towards the room, but something seemed to hold him back until he could not move.

Glacia turned her head, then squinted when she found Narendra the culprit. The man held his wheelchair from behind.

"What are you doing?" pissed Glacia.

Narendra still survives with a flat face. He looked at Glacia right in his eyes. "What's going on?" ask her with a heavy voice.

"What?" Glacia frowned not understanding because Narendra asked back.

Narendra did not answer. He was still observing Glacia until the woman was uncomfortable because it was noticed so closely.

"You look upset" said Narendra.

Glacia threw away her face. "It's none of your business." He intended to run his wheelchair again, but apparently Narendra stopped releasing his hand.

It certainly made Glacia upset and turned fierce. "What's your problem?!" loudly shouting.

Upset, Glacia brushed off Narendra's hand from the handle of his wheelchair. Glacia's breathing began to gasp withholding emotions. Since then he desperately held back, but Narendra instead lured him like this.

"Why do you always refuse divorce?"

Narendra frowned faintly, visibly confused by Glacia's sudden discussion.

"You're asking why I look upset, right? Why do you always refuse to divorce?!"

Glacia seemed almost frustrated. He looked at Narendra with a tired look that Narendra never found. This was the first time Glacia had looked at him like that.

"Why, Naren? Is it because of Papa?" ask Glacia again. "Or because of treasure?"

Glacia was unaware, but Narendra's countenance turned even flatter.

"You're afraid of losing a facility if we get divorced?"

"...."

"You shouldn't worry, Papa loves you too much to do all that."

"Hiks, damn it, why am I crying?" murmured Glacia while wiping away the tears that suddenly came out. "I'm tired. I'm tired of all this! Why don't you just divorce me, Naren? I'm disabled! I'm paralyzed! And I cheated too! Aren't you ashamed to have a wife like me?! This should be your chance to let me go! Why don't you do it?!"

Glacia sobbed, her eyes defiantly staring at the flustered Narendra. The man had no voice at all, the usual thing Glacia found when talking to Narendra. Glacia was a fool for vaping everything in front of the man. After all, everything will be the same, Narendra is not the solution to the problem he has. The man was more stubborn than himself.

"Why aren't you like Gallen? It will be easier if you leave me too" said Glacia rahu.

Long without a sound, Narendra finally opened his mouth. "Don't confuse me with trash like him, and for your family's treasure, I don't need it at all."

Narendra's voice sounded sharp, aligned with his eyes which also glared at Glacia with a deadly gaze. The man was angry, Glacia was well aware of it. Evidently from his tightly clenched jaw, also his slightly clenched hand on the side of the body.

"So, what's the reason you don't want a divorce?" Glacia looked at Narendra waiting, but until minutes passed the man never let out a sound.