Tercy Mason didn't refuse, and let him hold her hand.
Under the eaves, a cool breeze blew across, bringing a trace of coolness.
It cooled off the fresh beads of sweat on his face.
It also diminished the blush on Tercy Mason's cheeks.
"Sweetheart, although Dilbert Walker has escaped danger, he might have to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life..." Alexander Stuart's voice was very low, conveying his sorrow and grief.
For a few days now, he had been secretly discussing this matter with Tercy Mason.
Currently, they were the only two who knew about it.
Tercy Mason had been constantly encouraging him, that there might be a way to help Dilbert.
Upon realizing the inevitable outcome, she sighed lightly, tightened her grip on his hand, and comforting him, "Alexander, each person has their own fate, perhaps Dilbert..."
But before she could finish, she was the first one to shed tears.
If Dilbert spends his life in a wheelchair, what will happen to Yolanda Bardot...
