The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 14

 “Mr. Clark said Mr. Lennon’s a miracle doctor! “Mr. Clark was telling the truth.”  Homer was also extremely grateful. “It’s a debt. A great debt! “We must repay the debt.” Old Master Larson immediately got up and said, “Does Mr. Lennon want anything in return?” Homer shook his head and replied, “Mr. Lennon is a bit of a weirdo. He didn’t want anything. He just asked us to be nice to the Quinn family.” Old Master Larson nodded slightly and said, “People with skills are mostly weirdos. “But we must repay Mr. Lennon even if he doesn’t want these material things.” Homer agreed with his statement and said, “I think so too, but I don’t know what to give. Money?” “No!” Old Master Larson waved his hand and said, “It’s inappropriate to give money.” “Mr. Lennon’s crippled in his legs and it is difficult for him to move around.” “Pick a car and send it over so that Mr. Lennon has transport.” Homer’s eyes lit up. A means of transport must be what Sean needed most. It could also show the Larson family’s sincerity. “Okay! I’ll work on it right away.” Homer immediately got up to leave. “Remember, give him something good!” Old Master Larson ordered. “Got it!” Homer nodded earnestly. … In the afternoon. Sean took the bank card, preparing to withdraw some money. He was penniless. He must have some cash with him. He could not even afford a taxi ride right now. Therefore, he could only leave the house in his wheelchair and head for the nearest bank. Sean vaguely remembered that the bank was not that far from where Willow worked. It was also what Willow wanted. Her workplace was close to home, and it was easier to take care of Sean. Sean propelled the wheelchair for about half an hour before finally arriving at his destination. Bang! Bang! Suddenly, Sean heard a noise. It was as if someone was setting off fireworks. Sean frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the noise. There were a lot of people around Willow’s workplace. There were men and women. It was very lively. There were at least hundreds of them, and many of them were taking pictures with their phones. Many were holding hand-twisted fireworks as they set it off. Colored paper flew all over the sky. In the crowd, a young man in a white suit was holding a bunch of roses as he beamed. The young man was already handsome, and his white suit brought out his temperament. He looked like Prince Charming. “Quill Zimmer!” Sean frowned slightly as he slowly uttered the two words in a cold voice. The young man who looked like Prince Charming was Quill, who would not give