The smile, so radiant, so sunny, Berry's casual tone sounded as if he was discussing whether to go on a picnic tomorrow based on the weather.
But the more casual it was, the more it made one sigh.
Houston tried to speak, but his brain was a mess, unable to hold back the anger, the frustration and fury that language simply couldn't convey.
"Eric, this isn't funny."
"This, this, this isn't fair. Didn't the doctors have any other treatments? Maybe it's just a misdiagnosis by a quack? You look completely fine now, don't you?"
These were the same few lines over and over again, like a trapped beast.
Berry did not respond to Houston—
In fact, standing there, he could feel the pain in his heels.
The doctor said that because of Hargland Syndrome, his ankles were more prone to injury, and once injured, the pain could double, and surgery was the only option if he wanted to continue his career.
