The Guardian's Sword

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

out the nine

14

“Whew!”

took a big

Sean felt a

slowly started to

there a warm current

knew that the blockage in his veins from two years in

never

through a lot of, could not help feeling

meant a lot to him to get on his

and began to try

felt the warm current flowing through

hold

next moment, Sean’s right leg wobbled slowly

eyes popped wide. Then he gathered his

leg slowly left the

above the wheelchair, Sean felt it slowly losing

strength, his

his teeth, put in all

was still

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

Bang! Bang!

right fist and punched his legs

that hard pounding, his legs could

not even

“Argh!”

his hands

He felt aggrieved.

the past, he was the supreme commander

his enemies, scattering them in

relied on a wheelchair

handle such a

after spending eight years in the military,

was silent for a long time,

to find a

caused by two years in

muster the energy. There must be something else

feel my legs, and feelings come from

and a glimmer of insight slowly appeared in