Chapter 205 A Love Quadrangle

• It pained Quentin to see the agony written all over Harley's face. In an effort to comfort his son, he had no choice but to say, "Just hang on a bit longer, okay? The doctor said you'll be fine after some time." In reality, only he understood what the renowned doctor had actually said. It was true that Harley's broken backbone had been repaired, but whether or not he could stand up again depended entirely on his luck.
• If there's someone else in Irieson who could heal Harley, it'd be none other than Quincy. His reputation as a preeminent figure in the field of medicine is no exaggeration. That being said, I can't beg him for help. After all, Harley has gone after his friend. If I beg him to save my son right now, he surely won't do anything. But what else can I do if I don't beg him for help? Can I just sit by and watch my son spend the rest of his life confined to a wheelchair?
• Harley started to cry. "Dad, don't lie to me anymore. I know what's going on with my own body. Even if I'm healed, I may not be able to fully recover. Most probably, I'll end up a cripple." If my bodily suffering can be overcome by gritting my teeth, what about my mental suffering? I'm still young, only in my forties, with dozens of years to fritter away. There's no way I can resign myself to living the rest of my life either in bed or in a wheelchair like a cripple!