Chapter 1400

The man in the wheelchair locked his jaw tightly and glanced at her other wrist that was not placed on Howard’s shoulders. He then snarled, “Do you not recognize me, Mrs. Fowler?” As soon as he spoke, Mable propped an arm against her waist and declared loudly, “Don't... Don’t call me Mrs. Fowler. I am not— Hic— Mrs. Fowler.” The man in the wheelchair shot an icy glare at her. Even with the mask on, one could feel his expression turning into a deep scowl. The mention of Blair alone was enough to make Mable’s heart throb with pain. She swung herself away from Howard and staggered back a few steps before ranting out loud to nobody in particular, “Screw you! Blair, you’re such a prick. You’re the worst…” She looked around wildly while ranting and failed to recognize the familiar figure. ‘Blair, where are you? ‘Why haven't you come for me?’ Mable was starting to doubt herself at this point. The only evidence she had that Blair was alive was when she heard Amos speaking t