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.

hand across the silver needles

nine silver

14

“Whew!”

a

felt a big

numb legs slowly started to

as if there a warm current

knew that the blockage in his veins from two years in

would never have

which had been through a lot of, could not help

to him to

a deep breath and began to try

warm

his heart. He immediately grabbed hold

Sean’s right leg wobbled

eyes popped wide. Then he

left the wheelchair

above

he lost the strength,

clenched his teeth, put in all his strength, and held the armrest

was still draining

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

Bang! Bang!

his right fist and

that hard pounding, his legs

not even

“Argh!”

retracted his

He felt aggrieved.

was the supreme commander

conquered his enemies, scattering them

a wheelchair to

handle such

the military, Sean still could not take it in

for a long time, adjusting

was useless. He still had to find a way to solve the

cleared the blood stasis caused by

couldn’t muster the energy.

my legs, and feelings

of insight