"They're getting better.
Soon enough, I'll be able to stand on my own."
Stephen's legs... healed?
How was that even possible?!
Grandma Mega's pupils contracted sharply, her slanted eyes widening to an eerie extent.
Mr. Mega and his wife stood frozen, their faces a mask of disbelief.
Stephen's physical condition had always been under their watch—his legs, long deemed irreparably crippled, were supposed to be a permanent affliction.
How could they possibly improve?
Yet the moment he rose to his feet, they had all witnessed it with their own eyes.
"You know, I really should thank my nephew," Stephen remarked, his sharp gaze sweeping over their stunned expressions.
A dark satisfaction curled in his chest.
"The one who met an untimely end not long ago."
His lips curved into a faint smile.
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have connected with Sinclair, and these legs of mine would still be useless."
