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.

minutes later, Sean slowly swept his hand across

took out the nine silver

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“Whew!”

a

time, Sean felt a

numb legs slowly started to

a warm current had flown through

from two years in a wheelchair might

he would never

which had been through a lot of, could

all, it meant a lot to him to get

took a deep breath and began to try to

felt the warm current flowing

hold of that feeling and tried picking up

right leg wobbled slowly and lifted a

popped wide. Then he gathered his strength

the

leg was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair,

he lost the strength, his right leg began

clenched his teeth, put in all his

strength was still draining away

was reluctant, and he instantly reached out to pull up his dropping leg.

Bang! Bang!

right fist and punched his

even with all that hard pounding, his legs could not feel

could not

“Argh!”

slowly retracted his hands

He felt aggrieved.

the supreme commander of the army, commanding millions of

enemies, scattering them in

a wheelchair to

handle such

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

was silent for a long time, adjusting his

to find a way

blood stasis caused by

I couldn’t muster the energy. There must be something

feel my legs, and feelings come

and a glimmer of insight