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 glanced

fine. And even if something did happen, you've got me here. No

things changed, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

simply claim she couldn't fix it and find

spinning with plans as she considered Calliope's companions, Quentin and Norton. It irked her that even though she'd managed to win Horatio and

a quick glance at Horatio and Valerian and felt a twinge of dissatisfaction. But if she could win Horatio

subtle smirk. Her own family didn't care for her, so why would these newfound allies be any different? So it wouldn't take much to sow discord among

life, and she wouldn't rest until she saw her rival's downfall. And as for that infuriating Silas, who seemed blind to 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

...

was escorted back to the Myers Manor by

entrance, observing Calliope under the dim light of a streetlamp. In the soft light, it seemed as if

while murmuring a few parting reminders,