Novel1Chapter 197 Horastruggled, his hand gripping the doorfras he tried to stand up, but it was like his legs
had vanished.
"Horatio, what's happening to you?" Valerian rushed over, trying to help him up, but Horawas too heavy for
him to lift.
"What's going on?" Ulysses asked, his face full of worry as he stared at Horatio.
Horatio's face was pale and tense. "I... | can't feel my legs."
"How is that possible?" Valerian was getting anxious.
Both he and Ulysses tried to hoist Horato his feet, but Horatio's legs were completely numb.
Even with his brothers’ help, Horacouldn't muster any strength. He was utterly bewildered and panic-
stricken.
"I have no strength at all. My legs... are they failingagain? Am | going to need a wheelchair again?" "No, |
don't want to be in a wheelchair! Valerian, Ulysses, | can't return to those days, needing someone to take care of
me!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHorashook his head frantically, his brows furrowed as he desperately tried to stand. But he had no strength.
He couldn't stand by himself. His legs were like jelly with no sensation whatsoever.
"This can't be happening. Weren't my legs supposed to be fine?"
In a fit of frustration, Horabegan to pound on his legs, but no matter how hard he hit, he felt nothing. Valerian
and Ulysses exchanged worried glances.
"Take it easy, Horatio. Maybe you're too stressed. Try to relax and see if you can feel anything," Valerian
suggested.
"Let's get you over to the couch so you can sit and take a breather," Ulysses nodded in agreement. "I've heard of
people experiencing this kind of thing because of stress. It might just be in your head.
"Yeah, didn't Lisette say your legs were fine?" Valerian reassured him as they helped Horaonto the couch.
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Horasat there with his eyes with despair. It wasn't the first tit had happened. His legs had been giving out
unexpectedly more
frequently, and they seeme
take
longer to recover each time. He couldn't help but recall what Calliope had once said.
"Callie did mention something about my legs acting up again," Horamuttered, his brows knitted in worry.
"What if | can never stand up again?"
"That's not going to happen," Valerian said firmly, his face determined. "Don't listen to Calliope! She's probably
just trying to mess with your head, make you think you can't stand."
"Why would she do that?" Ulysses
was indignant. "Back when you had your accident, she didn't lift a finger to help. It was Lisette who helped you
recover. Calliope's always trying to take credit for Lisette's work, always jealous of her!"
"She's so infuriating, always making mistakes and never owning up to them. She should apologize to us and
Lisette, but instead she thinks cutting ties with us solves everything!"
Horaremained silent, the unease gnawing at him. He pinched his thigh hard. But there was no sensation.
"Stop it!" Valerian said, frowning. "You'll hurt yourself. Letcarry you downstairs. Lisette will know what to do."
"Yeah. Lisette said she'd fix this," Horanodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. The thought of Lisette's
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmassurance eased his mind a little.
With his brothers’ help, Horamade it back home. When they arrived, he felt a sensation returning to his legs.
He could stand again.
As he climbed out of the car, Ulysses asked, "Can you walk, or should Valerian carry you?"
"I'm okay. It feels like I'm back to normal." Horatook a few tentative steps, his legs responding as they should,
as if nothing had happened.
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