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.

later, Sean slowly swept his hand across

took out the nine silver

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“Whew!”

took a big

felt a

slowly started

was as if there a warm current had flown

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

he would never have felt this

had been through a lot of, could not

meant a lot to him to get

breath and began to

then, Sean felt the warm

heart. He immediately grabbed hold of that feeling and tried

right leg

popped wide. Then

left the

about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean felt

the strength, his right leg began to

teeth, put in all his strength, and

was

out to pull up his dropping leg. However, as Sean’s palm

Bang! Bang!

fist and

with all that hard pounding, his legs

could not

“Argh!”

his

He felt aggrieved.

the supreme commander of the army,

scattering them in

relied on a wheelchair to get

could handle such a sharp

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

a long time,

useless. He still had to find a way to

blood stasis caused

muster the energy. There must

legs, and feelings

and a glimmer of