In Japan, he is a well-known figure and serves as an inspirational idol for many. He single-handedly transformed the Ito family into one of the most prominent families in the country, and at the age of 50, he is also in the midst of a significant battle.


    At this stage in life, he should be pursuing his ambitions. However, he has unexpectedly lost both legs, bing a person with disabilities who requires care at home and relies on a wheelchair for mobility. It’s likely that the emotional void he feels will be hard to fill over the next three to five years.


    In light of this, Nanako Ito said to Tanaka Koichi, “Tanaka-san, pleasee to our home tomorrow with the manufacturers of the ball table.


    We need to see if there’s a way to modify the table to better amodate my father’s current needs. For instance, we should adjust the table height as much as possible and ensure the legs supporting the table are retractable to prevent any collisions with the wheelchair.”


    As she spoke, an idea struck her, and she quickly added, “Also, let’s schedule an appointment with the manufacturer of electric wheelchairs.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Technology is advancing rapidly; for example, sweeping robots can navigate obstacles autonomously, so electric wheelchairs should also be equipped with features to avoid collisions. It would be fantastic if we could include more sensing technology to prevent idents and allow for quick adjustments to the seat height.”


    “Absolutely!” Hiroshi Tanaka replied without hesitation. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow morning.”


    Nanako nodded gently, letting out a soft sigh. “In truth, Charlie has been a tremendous help. Although Tanaka-san and my father may never return to their former selves, at least their physical conditions have improved, and now it’s a matter of adapting.”


    “Yes,” Tanaka Hiroshi reflected, “When I jumped off the bridge, I never imagined I would survive. At that moment, I thought that as long as I could live, no matter how difficult it was, it would be worthwhile. Looking back now, I owe it all to Mr. Wade. Aside from losing my legs, I am physically as good as I was before, even better in some ways.”


    With a mncholic expression, he continued, “I have adjusted my mindset quite rapidly, but as for the adults… You know, Miss, they’ve been strong their whole lives, and I worry they might find it hard to adapt quickly…”


    Nanako Ito nodded lightly. “I will do my utmost to help my father regain his spirit, and I would appreciate your assistance, Tanaka-san.”


    Tanaka Koichi bowed respectfully and assured her, “Don’t worry, Miss. Tanaka will give his all!”


    With a slight smile, Ito Nanako said, “Thank you, Tanaka-san. I’ll go check on my father now.”


    Meanwhile, Ito Yuhiko sat alone in his wheelchair, positioned in the center of his study bedroom.


    The room is a suiteprising a bedroom and a study, decorated in traditional Japanese style with tatami flooring throughout.


    On the wall hung a pristine set of hakama, custom-made by a craftsman for his 50th birthdayst year.<fn6129> This content belongs to Find1Novel</fn6129>


    He hadmissioned two sets—one for his birthday celebration and another for his daughter Nanako’s wedding.


    For a traditional Japanese man like Takehiko Ito, his attachment to the hakama rivals that of British aristocrats to their bespoke suits.


    Yet, now, as he gazed at the beautifully crafted hakama, he felt nothing but disdain.


    The reason was simple: he had lost his legs. Regardless of how he donned such attire, it could never regain its former significance.


    Takehiko Ito felt unworthy of this exquisite hakama. Wearing it would be akin to the way noble gentlemen in Europe wear suits—where the upper body is dressed while the lower remains bare, rendering it absurd and disrespectful.


    Thus, despite knowing it was time to change and join the celebration, he hesitated to let the servants assist him in getting dressed.


    He remained in his wheelchair, staring at the suit with tears silently streaming down his face.


    Just then, he heard a gentle knock on the door, followed by his daughter’s voice: “Father, it’s Nanako. May Ie in?”


    Quickly wiping away his tears, Ito Yuhiko maneuvered his wheelchair to face the patterned hakama on the wall and feigned calmness as he replied, “Oh, it’s you, Nanako. Please,e in.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>