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    Shaun’s gaze remained fixed on the branches dancingzily outside the window, his body as motionless as a statue carved from stone.


    “Jayden called in a few favors and secured the finest medical team from abroad to assess your legs,” Elyse continued in a tender tone. “The prospects for a full recovery have improved significantly. Please, don’t throw in the towel just yet.”


    Shaun offered no reply, his silence a heavy weight in the room. With a quiet sigh, Elyse sank into a chair beside him, the stillness between them brimming with unvoiced concern.<fn36c2> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? find?novel</fn36c2>


    Her eyes wandered to the vacant bed adjacent to his—Tracy’s bed.


    After the devastating news that he might never walk again, he had spiraled into despair, insisting Tracy leave his side. Tracy had departed without so much as a murmur.


    Elyse lost track of time as she sat there, lost in thought, until the door creaked open, revealing a frail figure—Tracy, her appearance as delicate as a wilting flower.


    Startled, Elyse said, “Tracy, what brings you here? The doctor insisted you rest.”


    “I needed to see Shaun,” Tracy replied, her voice faint as a whisper.


    She shuffled unsteadily to Shaun’s bedside, her gaze flickering between Elyse and Shaun before she added, “I would like a moment to speak with him.”


    Understanding dawned on Elyse instantly. She rose gracefully, saying, “I’ll wait outside.” With a soft click, she closed the door behind her, granting them their solitude.


    Tracy, too weak to remain on her feet, lowered herself into a nearby chair with a weary sigh.


    A dense silence enveloped the room, thick with unspoken words. Atst, Shaun could bear it no longer and asked, “Why did youe? You’re meant to be resting.”


    “Why do you think I came?” Tracy countered, her tone gentle yet pointed.


    “I can’t look after you anymore—not in this state. They’re all just sugarcoating the truth, trying to soften the blow about my legs. This new medical team… it will only nudge the odds of me walking again a little higher.”


    “And so what?” Tracy pressed, her voice steady despite her fragile frame. “Are you truly willing to resign yourself to a wheelchair for the rest of your days?”


    Shaun squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorting with anguish. “You don’t get it. I can’t feel my legs—not a thing. I’m as good as useless.”


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    “Then make yourself feel something!” Tracy snapped, her words slicing through the room.


    Shaun turned his head away, his spirit utterly vanquished. “Just let it go. Stop wasting your breath on me. Go be with Lowell. Marry him. Don’t squander your time on someone like me.”


    Tracy, mustering every ounce of her dwindling strength, delivered a sharp p across his cheek.


    Reeling from days of hunger, Shaun felt the room spin from the unexpected strike. It took him a moment to steady himself, the world slowlying back into focus.


    He pressed a hand to his face, his voice heavy with self-pity. “I’m only speaking the truth. Why did you hit me?”


    Tracy let out a derisive scoff. “Nobody asked for your so-called truth. I don’t care to hear it.”


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