Chapter 1740

Sylvia had someone take the basket in her hand back to her room. Meanwhile, she wheeled herself along a small path toward the foot of the mountain. Over the past two years, though she wasn't truly disabled, she had grown extremely skilled at maneuvering her wheelchair. Before long, she arrived at the spot where Nicola had been gathering mint leaves earlier. Sylvia's ankle throbbed painfully. Even though she had been using the best medicine to treat it, the injury had been severe, and the lingering ache refused to fade entirely. Still, the thought of Nicola's humiliation was the best painkiller she could ask for. Imagining the latter's dirty, disheveled appearance as the world ridiculed her made all of Sylvia's own pain melt away. Sylvia wheeled herself down the narrow path between the willow trees. Her heart leaped with excitement when she heard a man's voice. She was eager to see Nicola's disgrace up close. But when she reached the clearing, she realized that Nicola wasn't there