The Guardian's Sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 89

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 across the

nine silver

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“Whew!”

a big

felt a

legs slowly started

there a warm

from two years in a wheelchair might have been

would never have

which had been through a lot of, could not help feeling

lot to him

took a deep breath and began to try to use his

the warm current flowing through his

in his heart. He immediately grabbed hold of that

leg wobbled

eyes popped wide. Then he gathered his

the wheelchair and

leg was about 20 centimeters above the wheelchair, Sean felt

as he lost the strength,

all his

strength was still draining

out to pull up his dropping leg. However, as Sean’s palm left, his right leg landed heavily

Bang! Bang!

his right fist and punched

even with all that hard pounding, his legs could not feel

could not even

“Argh!”

his

He felt aggrieved.

was the supreme commander of the army, commanding

his enemies, scattering them in all

relied on a wheelchair

could handle such a sharp

spending eight years in the military, Sean still could

a

useless. He still had to find a way to solve

blood stasis caused by two years in a

muster the energy.

feelings come

mumbled, and a glimmer of insight slowly appeared

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