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.

Sean slowly swept his hand across the silver

out the nine silver needles in one

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“Whew!”

a big

Sean felt a

slowly started to feel

there a warm

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

would never have

which had been through a lot of, could not

all, it meant a lot to

and began to try to use his

Sean felt the warm current flowing through his legs

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

next moment, Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly

eyes popped wide. Then he gathered his strength

the wheelchair

centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean

he lost the strength, his

put in all his

was still

his dropping leg.

Bang! Bang!

his right fist and

that hard pounding, his legs could not

could not even feel

“Argh!”

retracted his hands and

He felt aggrieved.

the supreme commander of the army,

scattering

relied on a wheelchair to get

handle such a sharp

spending eight years in the military,

a

find a way to solve the problem

blood stasis caused

the energy. There must be

legs, and feelings come

mumbled, and a glimmer of insight slowly