Inside the room, there was a dead silence, as if God had pressed the pause button.
Liam Scott stared at his own standing legs, panting heavily, and slowly regained clarity. His eyebrows raised, eyes widened, as he looked up at Charles Anderson for a moment, then at his own daughter.
"Legs... how did they recover?"
"Am I seeing things?"
Back then, when he found out that Charles Anderson was paralyzed, he was very reluctant to let his daughter marry him.
Because of this, he received all kinds of ridicule from relatives and friends.
Yet now, Charles Anderson stood right in front of him, and Liam Scott saw him get up and walk over with his own eyes.
He felt very delighted.
Could this be a blessing in disguise?
At this moment, Rosie was still standing far away.
Charles helped the still bewildered Liam Scott to sit down. The man's brows relaxed, and in Liam Scott's mind, his image grew even taller.
