Marcus wheeled himself over to Adrian and ruffled the boy's hair gently. "Don't worry, kiddo. I promise I'll let you see your mom."
Adrian nodded. His faith in his newfound dad was unshakable. "I believe you, Dad!"
Marcus was typically a stoic man, but his tone softened when speaking to Adrian. "I need to go do some physiotherapy now. Stay put and play with your toys in the living room. And remember, no messing around in the kitchen. If you need anything, just holler."
Adrian saluted him. "Roger that! Good luck, Dad!"
Marcus pressed his lips into a thin smile, then guided his wheelchair towards his bedroom.
The amenities here were limited, and he couldn't afford professional therapy equipment. Not without Sophia finding out, at least.
Hence, his only option was to use the balcony railing in his bedroom for his exercises.
Another advantage of exercising in his room was that if Sophia made an unexpected return, he'd have time to hide his activities from her.
Once on the balcony, Marcus stood up from his wheelchair with great effort, his arms shaking as they supported his weight.
His legs, however, were trembling. They couldn't support him at all.
He tried to reduce the pressure on his arms, aiming to let his legs hold him up for just a moment.
Sophia had been staying at the hotel a lot for the past couple of days, denying him the chance to practice. He had just begun making progress before her arrival, but her distraction set him back to square one.
However, Marcus refused to back down. Gritting his teeth, he tried to stand alone.
But he was too impatient.
As soon as he removed his hands from the railing, his weak legs gave out, causing him to lose balance. Before he could grab the railing again, it was too late.
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