"But Sarah doesn't love you. And as for why you insist on marrying her, I doubt it's because of love. You and Sarah didn't know each other before. Love at first sight? I don't believe it." Clara Grant shook her head.
"And why not?" A faint smile still played on Ewan Stratton's lips, but it held an indescribable wickedness. "I heard that before Mrs. Quinn and Mr. Quinn were married, you weren't childhood sweethearts, nor were you deeply in love. Don't tell me you two didn't fall in love at first sight either?"
"It doesn't matter if we were or not. We're not like you! You—you're…" Clara Grant's gaze fell to his wheelchair, but she couldn't bring herself to say he was a cripple. Even though she disliked Ewan Stratton and didn't want Sarah to marry him, she couldn't bring herself to be so rude to someone with a disability.
But Ewan Stratton finished her sentence for her. "I'm what? A cripple?"
