God Of War Returns as a Daddy

Chapter 34 If They Can'T, Let Me Try

Chapter 34 If They Can't, let me try

When they got home, Sean dumped a big sack of new clothes on the living room couch. It was colorful, with all kinds of styles and sizes. Phyllis pounced with a face of excitement.

Cecilia took out two men's suits and handed them to Sean, "These are for you."

"Thank you, honey."

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Cecilia, still blushing, said, "I don't know your size, so I just picked them just by feeling, so you can take a shower later, try it on, see if it fits."

"I'm sure your choice will fit. There's no need to try it on."

Sean was pretending to be a good boy.

"You!"

Cecilia was shy and angry. She and Sean were engaged, but they hadn't had a wedding yet, so they were not really married yet. But Sean kept calling her honey. He was obviously taking advantage of her.

Rascal!

Just then, Marcia came in, pushing Matthew Moore.

As soon as she walked in, she saw Sean flirting with Cecilia, which made Marcia's already worried face look even worse. She glared at Sean and said to Cecilia, "Cecilia, come here for a minute. I

need to talk to you."

With that, she turned and went to the kitchen.

"Okay!"

Cecilia glared back at Sean. She knew, without guessing, what Marcia was worried about and what she wanted to ask.

The two of them went to the kitchen.

Phyllis was working on her new dress.

There were just Matthew Moore and Sean, looking into each other's eyes, and it was awkward.

Matthew Moore hesitated and said, "You really paid for that car out there? Is it really worth over six million?"

"Yes."

Sean nodded defiantly.

Matthew Moore asked, "Where did you get so much money?"

"I saved it up before."

Sean told a casual lie.

Five years of military career. Sean was in bloody battles and his exploits were numerous. He became the General Wolf of the North, a terror to the enemy. He even saved the world economy from collapse several times.

That was why he got the Universal Bank Limited Edition Black Supreme Card.

And it was a black supreme card made for him personally by Universal Bank.

The wolf's head on the black card was unique!

It represented his valiant and indomitable Bloody Wolf Group, and wolf head is the symbol of Wolf King, of great significance!

"You saved it before?"

Matthew Moore's eyebrows furrowed. He was not stupid. He could tell when Sean was lying. He wanted to ask, "What did you do before? Over six million. How'd you save it? Can you tell me that I can learn to save some, too?"

But Sean didn't want to talk about it. He thought about it and didn't ask in the end.

"Hey."

Sean called out to him and calmly changed the subject, "It's just a car. It's no big deal. I'll buy you another one when your legs get back up and you can walk and drive. When the time comes, you can take Marcia out for a drive and enjoy yourselves."

"My legs?"

Matthew Moore froze suddenly. When he recovered, he shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "I know my legs. I've been crippled for years. I can't feel anything. I'm a cripple all my life."

A cripple!

Matthew Moore's legs were crippled in a car accident a few years ago. It hit him hard, physically and emotionally. So, in the last few years, he had been living in limbo, and his position in the Moore

family had fallen.

He lost his original fighting spirit.

He was tired of fighting over the Moore property. He knew he couldn't win, so why humiliate himself?

As for recovering…

He never dreamed of it. It was unrealistic!

Nothing was more lamentable than a dead heart.

Matthew Moore was a living example. For years, as the only man in the family of four, Cecilia and Marcia had been the breadwinner while he sat in his wheelchair waiting for food and drink. Instead of helping, he was dragging Cecilia and Marcia down. The bitterness in his heart was beyond words!

It took great courage to live!

"Matthew, keep your chin up."

As a man, Sean also suffered a fatal blow a few years ago. He hated himself, but he felt helpless and hopeless.

So, he could relate to Matthew Moore's pain.

He often thought that if he had been able to protect himself and his mother five years ago, she would not have returned to the Capital City and died on her knees in front of the Mason family gate.

His mother's death was a permanent pang in his heart!

Before, he couldn't save his mother. Now, if he could save Cecilia's father, it would be good.

So, Sean said sternly, "As a matter of fact, I have been trained in medicine and worked as a doctor. I know some acupuncture and massage techniques and have cured some cases like yours who have been disabled for several years."

"If you believe me, let me try."

"You?!"

Matthew Moore looked up, stared at Sean, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes."

Sean nodded, "Well, there's nothing to lose by trying, and if I can't, it can't be any worse than it is now. What if I can?"

"But…"

"Just a moment, I'll get a basin of hot water. First, I'll soak your feet and activate the blood and muscles. Then I'll give you a leg massage."

Matthew Moore was skeptical, but Sean didn't give him a chance to say no.

He said that and turned away.

Matthew Moore just froze there. Watching Sean's back, he had mixed feelings. His heart, which had been silent for several years and was already like a piece of ashes, seemed to be ignited by Sean's words and he saw a ray of hope.

He was excited.

But he didn't dare show it. He held that little hope and excitement in his heart. It seemed to him that such a hope was too remote to be realized.

How could that happen? The son-in-law who had been in the Moore family for less than a day, who happened to be a doctor, was so good at it that he could cure his legs?

He couldn't believe it!

The greater the hope was, the greater the disappointment would be.

Someone like Matthew Moore who died once, to give him hope is to bring him back. In the event of failure, a great disappointment would cause him to die again...

…

In the kitchen.

Marcia closed the door. She asked as she cooked, "Cecilia, what the hell is going on with you and that rapist?"

"What do you mean?" Cecilia was playing dumb.

"Don't you try to fool me!"

Marcia said coldly, "I'm your mother! No one knows you better than me! Ever since you got pregnant for no reason five years ago, although you haven't said it out loud, it's been killing you. You even have a cleanliness fetish for men and you never let a man touch you!"

"But just now, you let that rapist hold your hand???"

"Just tell me honestly. Did he say something to you? Or what did he do? Or, do you... Did you see how nice he was to you, to Phyllis, so you just…"

"So, you fell for him???"

Marcia was anxious, so instead of beating around the bush, she got straight to the point.