A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 83

"Lisette, my legs... they're going to be okay, right?"

In the restaurant, Horatio couldn't quite shake off his unease. He'd spent too many years confined to a wheelchair, years he'd rather not recall - he'd been overlooked, pushed aside, and sometimes outright bullied.

It was Lisette who had turned his life around, who had given him the strength to stand on his own two feet again.

Despite the odd sensations in his legs, he refused to believe Calliope's warnings. It was Lisette who healed him, and he trusted her implicitly.

Lisette furrowed her brows, pondering over Calliope's words.

Calliope wasn't one to make baseless claims, which meant there could be some truth to her concerns about Horatio's legs.

But how could she herself really know what was going on with Horatio's legs? The truth was, Lisette wasn't a doctor, nor could she treat any patient. She hadn't actually healed Horatio; she'd just taken credit for it.

legs can't be in trouble, right?" Valerian

even if something did happen,

walk. If things changed, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. She knew Horatio and

legs ever did give out, she'd simply claim she couldn't fix it and

Norton. It irked her that even though she'd managed to win Horatio and the others over, Calliope still had people by

a twinge of dissatisfaction. But if she could win Horatio and Valerian over, why couldn't she do

family didn't care for her, so why would these newfound allies be any different? So it wouldn't take much to sow

her charms, she was determined to win him back. Horatio nodded, comforted by Lisette's reassurances. Calliope was often off the mark; he'd rather place his faith in Lisette. If she said everything was fine,

...

was escorted back to the Myers

light of a streetlamp. In the soft light, it seemed as if

and tenderly ruffled Calliope's hair while murmuring