“Mm-mm, first take the rag away, I’m about to suffocate…” Henry Walker’s hand couldn’t even be lifted. It was Grace who saved his life.

This contrast made David Walker, who had just made a grand vow, smile wryly. The body is the foundation of everything—if you can’t move, all talk is empty.

Chapter 0004 Lin Sister

Henry Walker was already awake, but he had lain for so long that all his muscles were not only severely atrophied but also out of control, so he couldn’t move at all.

This feeling was terrible, but fortunately, he was only sixteen, and his body recovered quickly. A few days later, he could be helped to sit up, no longer needing to be fed water or food.

As soon as he could move, he began rehabilitation according to the plan he had worked out in his mind, starting with exercises for the small joints of his hands and feet. As long as his eyes were open, he would repeat the exercises over and over until he couldn’t move anymore.

At first, his family was terrified when they saw this, thinking he was possessed or something, and wanted to invite a Taoist priest to exorcise the demon. Henry Walker explained for a long time before they understood that he was working hard to speed up his recovery.

Although they didn’t believe this would help, his mother was very busy, and as long as he wasn’t possessed, she didn’t care if he was haunted or doing shamanic rituals.

So Henry Walker continued his “crazy” routine. In fact, the rehabilitation process was extremely painful—every exertion felt like thousands of needles stabbing him, requiring tremendous willpower. Fortunately, he was extremely tenacious by nature. Since he was determined to shed the label of “invalid” as soon as possible, he could endure any amount of suffering.

Grace, who accompanied him throughout, knew that every time her brother finished his “ritual” on the bed, he looked as if he’d been fished out of water, clearly having endured great pain. But she never heard him utter a single groan, even though sometimes, without realizing it, he bit his lips until they bled…

This wasn’t just once or twice, but ten times a day, every single day. Was this still her pampered second brother? Could a serious illness really transform a person? Grace couldn’t figure it out, but the way she looked at her second brother gradually changed.

Eight days later, Henry Walker could get out of bed. Even he was amazed at such rapid progress. He had thought that, with his amateurish rehab exercises, even if he worked twice as hard, he wouldn’t see results so quickly. After thinking it over, he guessed it was because, while he was in a coma, his mother had kept massaging him, so his body hadn’t completely rusted.

Actually, there was another reason: the herbal medicine from Doctor Brooks that cost a hundred wen per dose—though the price was outrageous, the effect was truly not.

In any case, being able to get out of bed was better than lying there all day.

When Grace brought this good news to their mother and eldest brother, the two of them didn’t even finish their meal before running to the west wing.

Seeing Henry Walker, supported by Edward Walker, take a few slow steps, their mother turned her head, looked out the door at the sky, took several deep breaths, but still couldn’t hold back and shed a string of tears, cursing, “Damn house, dust got in my eyes!”

Edward Walker was also wiping away tears, and Grace was crying her eyes out, leaving Henry Walker a bit confused. He remembered that when he first woke up, his family was happy, but not to the point of weeping with joy like this.

But on second thought, it wasn’t hard to understand. After all, in this era, many injuries and illnesses could cause permanent disability. Even though he had woken up, no one knew if he’d ever stand again. If he couldn’t, how was that any different from being in a coma?

So it wasn’t until this moment that his family could finally breathe a sigh of relief, knowing he really could recover!

The next day, Edward Walker asked someone to make a pair of crutches for Henry Walker. After practicing for a few days, Henry Walker could finally walk out of his room, see the courtyard he lived in, and look up at the blue sky above!

The sky was truly blue—though just a small patch, it was as clear as a sapphire. Henry Walker greedily took a deep breath, savoring the long-lost feeling of freedom…

Just as he was lost in the moment, the sound of the door knocker came from outside.

Grace opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a bamboo basket in one hand. She asked crisply, “Uncle, who are you looking for?”

“You’re the Wang family’s girl, right?” The man grinned and said, “Is Mrs. Wang at home?”

“My mother isn’t here.” In front of outsiders, Grace was always very polite. “Uncle, what do you need?”

“Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, so my young lady came to bring mooncakes to Mrs. Wang.” As the man spoke, he stepped aside, revealing a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl who took off the veil from her head.

Grace looked closely and her expression changed at once: “You’re Richard Foster’s sister!”

“You recognize me, Miss Wang?” The girl’s features were delicate, thinner than a yellow flower. Although her dress was the conservative, loose style, her fair wrists were unbelievably slender. Her face was so thin it was barely the size of a palm, as if a gust of autumn wind could blow her away.

She was a girl who inspired pity at first sight, but Grace pulled a long face and said, “Cut the crap, what are you doing here?”

“My uncle just said…” The girl’s voice was soft and low, with an unmistakable weariness.

“My mother would never want anything from your family!” Grace’s voice was sharp and urgent, truly living up to her name. But as she spoke, she couldn’t help but soften her tone toward the girl. “You’d better leave now. If you run into my mother, you’ll be in real trouble.”