Chapter 33 Both Hands Were On My Shoulders

• William, freshly showered, looked refreshed with his still-damp hair. He moved his wheelchair to the center of the room and spoke in his usual cold tone, "Get ready. We’re leaving today."
• Fiona frowned at him. "But my ankle is still swollen."
• William let out a long sigh, rolling his wheelchair toward Fiona. Without much effort, he lifted her onto his lap. Fiona gasped, but all she could do was wrap her arms around his shoulders for support.