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.

swept his hand across the silver needles in his

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“Whew!”

took a big

felt a big

slowly started to feel

a

knew that the blockage in his veins from two years in a wheelchair might have

would never have felt

a lot

lot to him to get

a deep breath and began to try to

the warm

grabbed hold of that feeling and tried picking up

next moment, Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly and

popped wide. Then he gathered

left the wheelchair

above

as he lost the strength, his right leg

teeth, put in all his

his strength was

pull up his dropping leg. However, as Sean’s palm left, his right

Bang! Bang!

right fist and punched his

even with all that hard pounding, his legs could not

not even

“Argh!”

slowly retracted his hands

He felt aggrieved.

the past, he was the supreme commander of the army, commanding millions

his enemies, scattering them in

he relied on a wheelchair to get

could handle such a sharp

eight years in the military, Sean still could

was silent for a

had to find a way to solve the problem at

the blood stasis caused by

couldn’t muster the energy.

can’t feel my legs, and feelings

of insight slowly appeared in