"You're going to end your life over one leg?"
Mia Warren was speechless. She wanted to argue, but Chloe Sinclair's gaze terrified her, and her whole body trembled.
"Right now, you just have a lame leg. It's not like it can't heal. In a year, you can still compete in the Winter Games, the City Games, even the Olympics. Your life path doesn't have to be paused or abandoned because of one leg."
"In the Paralympics, there are athletes who are blind, who have lost both hands, who have missing limbs. But do you see them giving up?"
"You might face difficulties in the future that are even more serious than a broken leg. Are you going to find a scapegoat every time? The world doesn't work that way."
Hearing this, Mia Warren's head snapped up, a flash of panic in her eyes.
'A lie is a lie, after all. It's bound to fall apart.'
'If it ever comes out, what will everyone think of me?'
Mia Warren trembled all over.
