Russell's POV
My car slowly pulled up to the entrance.
Abigail, seated in the passenger seat, was the first to get out.
She had always been accustomed to making appearances in public and truly enjoyed the feeling of walking the red carpet.
As soon as she got out, she greeted the media and reporters, her behavior instantly drawing everyone's attention.
At the same time, Troy got out of the car, prepared the wheelchair, and then opened the door, carefully helping me onto the wheelchair.
Next, Zoey also got out of the car. She stood behind me, holding the handles of the wheelchair, and pushed me towards the entrance of the banquet.
As soon as we appeared, there were bursts of praise around us.
"Wow, so beautiful!"
"Yeah, and such a great figure. My goodness, look at that flowing hair
