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 the silver needles in

took out the nine silver

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“Whew!”

a big

Sean felt a

slowly started

there a warm current had flown through

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

would never have

had been through a lot of, could not help feeling

it meant a lot to him to

took a deep breath and began to

warm current flowing through his legs

pang in his heart. He immediately grabbed hold of that feeling and

Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly and

popped wide. Then he gathered his strength

left the wheelchair and

his leg was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean felt it slowly losing

strength,

in all his strength, and held

his strength was still draining

his dropping leg. However, as

Bang! Bang!

right fist

all that hard pounding, his legs could

could not

“Argh!”

his hands and

He felt aggrieved.

the supreme commander of the

scattering them in all

a wheelchair to

handle such

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

silent for a long time, adjusting his

had to find a

caused by two

couldn’t muster the energy. There must be something

and feelings come from the sensory

mumbled, and a glimmer of insight slowly appeared in his