The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 89

“I see.”

Kent saw that Sean did not want to say anymore, so he stopped asking.

“Dinner! Dinner!

“Dad, hurry over and wash your hands. Sean, I’ll get you some water.”

Willow walked to the kitchen door and spoke to Sean and Kent.

“Okay!”

Sean smiled and nodded.

They enjoyed the meal.

A rare coziness slowly spread through the family.

Sean listened most of the time while everyone at the dinner table talked.

Fion and the rest also knew Sean was a man of few words, so they let him be.

With a spoon and a fork in hand, Sean glanced over the three people’s faces.

He suddenly felt emotional.

His heart, which was once fiercely tough, had softened considerably.

There was a time when everything Fion did disgusted him.

However, putting himself in her shoes, who would willingly marry off their daughter to a cripple?

Therefore, Sean’s initial dislike of Fion had dissipated quite a bit.

Sean was willing to protect them as long as they changed.

After dinner.

Willow went back to her room after helping Sean wash up.

Sean took out the silver needles again and applied special needle treatment to the acupoints of both legs.

The needle vibrated as they were inserted precisely.

swept his hand across

nine silver needles in one

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“Whew!”

took a

Sean felt a

numb legs slowly started

if there a warm current had

knew that the blockage in his veins from two years in a wheelchair might have been

never have felt this

which had been through a lot of, could not help feeling

it meant a lot to him to get on his

began to try to use his

then, Sean felt the warm current flowing through his

heart. He immediately grabbed hold of that feeling and tried picking up

moment, Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly and lifted

Then he gathered his

slowly left the

above the wheelchair, Sean felt it slowly losing

lost the strength,

put in all his strength, and held the armrest

strength was

he instantly reached out to pull up his dropping leg. However, as Sean’s palm left, his right leg

Bang! Bang!

right fist and

with all that hard pounding, his legs

not even

“Argh!”

retracted his

He felt aggrieved.

the past, he was the supreme commander of the army, commanding

scattering them

he relied on a wheelchair to get

one could handle such a

eight years in the military, Sean still could not take it

for a long time, adjusting his

find a way to solve the problem

stasis caused by two years

I couldn’t muster the energy.

and feelings come from the sensory nervous

and a glimmer of