Chapter 6: 6 Stubborn as always

~Hospital~

The hospital room was tense, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Elder Allen, a man who rarely showed vulnerability, stood at the foot of Davis's bed, his hands trembling slightly as he clasped them together. His voice, filled with regret, broke the silence.

"Davis, I failed to protect you," Elder Allen began, his gaze fixed on his grandson. "I should have done more ... to shield you from all of this."

Davis, propped up against the pillows, didn't spare his grandfather a glance. His jaw was clenched, his eyes cold and distant as he stared blankly at the wall. This apology is supposed to offer solace and consolation but the reality before him made him smolder with rage and irritation.

Seeing him unresponsive Elder Allen took a hesitant step closer. "You've been through so much. I—"

"That's enough," Davis cut him off sharply, his voice low as he turned his head to finally meet his grandfather's gaze, his face contorted with rage with traces of exhaustion on his brow. a mixture of anger and exhaustion. "No need crying over spilled milk so don't waste your breath,Grandfather. Words won't fix this and you know it as much as I do."

Elder Allen flinched at the bitterness in Davis's tone but said nothing. Before he could gather his thoughts, Davis's voice rang out again, louder this time.

"Get me discharged."

The command was abrupt, catching everyone off guard. Ethan, who had been standing silently in the corner, stepped forward in shock. "Sir, this isn't possible, you are still injured," he protested, his voice laced with worry. "Your legs... they're not yet in a good shape. You need time to recover—"

"Are you saying lying in this hospital bed will miraculously heal me?" Davis snapped, his tone sharp that Ethan flinched. But he continued "Tell me, Ethan. Do you think living in the hospital will heal my legs?"

Ethan hesitated, it is very clear that letting him live in the hospital wouldn't change the status quo of the moment but then he is worried about his condition, he is worried he will deteriorate further, he is worried that he might not have accepted the reality and try taking his life.

the proud son of heaven will end up in the wheelchair with no use

to waste another second rotting in this place. Either you get me out of

his shoulders sagging at Davis outburst. Glancing at Ethan, he gave a small nod, silently agreeing to

knew it is not necessary to argue with him. "Very well, I will get it done in a few minutes," he said before turning on his heel and

left the room, Elder Allen busied himself with gathering the few of

than words. Elder Allen sat rigidly in the seat, occasionally stealing glances at his grandson whose expression remained cold and unreadable. He had been silent no matter what his grandfather had said. But one thing is certain—he would not return

of the maids and the butler who had come out to welcome him home. Their expressions a mix of worry and compassion while the maids are afraid

and quickly retrieved the wheelchair from the trunk. Setting it in place, he opened the door

began, his

body responded in contrast;

slightly.

his life before the accident. He had left this house as a man with legs and on returning he found himself

into the house, the maids watched with guarded expressions, unsure whether to offer

with skepticism. He felt colder all over. His life has taken a different turn and this house is now a reminder of his past self and everything he had lost. Davis gestures for Ethan to stop as he issued his instructions to

and the rest

Henry nodded, "Yes, Sir".

Allen had ordered ensured the entire floor was wheelchair-accessible making it more

returned to his mansion, but it was clear he had left behind the man

into the study, Ethan hesitated for a moment, his hands still on the wheelchair's

his tone leaving no room

stepping back. "If you need anything, just call. I'll

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