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He stared at her as the tears dropped down her face pitifully, seeing her cry made his heart ache. He wished to hold her in his arms and whisper words of comfort into her ears to make her feel better but he felt useless sitting in his wheelchair unable to console her.
Her lashes though filled with tears blinked continuously as she tried to act all strong as though she wasn't hurt. He had made a lady cry, not just any lady, his own wife! He felt like trash as he watched her.
She misunderstood his intentions and she was too mad to listen to anything he had to say, but he had to try, seeing her hurt was something he despised. He was going to console her or at least try to.
Managing to place his legs on the ground with the support of his hands from the leg rest of the wheelchair, Reginald attempted to stand up but his legs felt useless. There were no emotions or any sensation that indicated life.
His heart yearned to hug her and console her but his legs were proving uncooperative.
She was right, he was pratically useless but he was going to try his very best.
Finally, she looked at him with curiosity. "What are you trying to do?" She asked, frowning.
Not replying, he managed to push himself to a standing position holding the wheelchair as a support but immediately he released the chair, his legs buckled and he fell face flat to the ground. He winced as pain travelled up his entire body.
She huffed, "What do you think you're trying to do?"
Crawling to a sitting position, he grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and pulled himself up but like the first time, immediately he let go of the support, he fell face flat on the ground.
"Reginald, look, you don't have to do this, your situation is pratically hopeless." She shook her head sorrowfully.
Her words hurt but he tried not to let it get to him. He breathed heavily, stomach clenching as disappointment crashed through him. He gritted his teeth and rose once again.
"The doctors said you can never walk again," she lets out a humourless laughter, "are you trying to walk by faith or what?" She asked tauntingly.
Choosing to remain silent was the best option, anything he said was going to piss her off and make her even more angry that she already was.
Just then, his legs buckled again and he fell on the leg rest of the wheelchair hitting his knee in the process. He felt a dull pain.
Pain? Hope sprouted in his stomach.
That was a good start, he was beginning to feel something in his legs.
Staring at his helpless figure, Lily crouched beside him.
Lily sighed, "Look, I'd advise you just don't try anymore," she stared at his unmoving legs and sniffled. "The situation is hopeless." She swallowed hard. "You don't have to try anymore, seems like our fate is adamant."
"Lily..." his voice trailed off, he knew where exactly she was headed. "Please, don't."
He wanted to give her the best life, everything she had ever dreamed of and all that she wished for, but he was doing nothing than to weigh her down with not only his responsibilities, but also financially.
Ignoring him, she walked to the table where her purse sat.
"I have had enough," She said, going through the items in the purse.
"Lily," Reginald called, she was not listening anymore.
"All these years, I have tried." She swallowed. "I have endured everything hurled at me." She pulled out her bank book and a pen.
"Lily, listen to me." He tried again.
"But now, I'm tired." The tone of her voice reduced. "My company, everything I have worked for is down the drain."
She wrote furiously on the piece of paper then threw it on his lap where he sat on the ground.
"This is a million dollar in check, do what ever you please with it." Using her sleeve she wiped her face. "I'm done with you."
She had singlehandedly built her company from the scratch despite the family tradition of providing ten million dollars for the adult children who were interested in starting a business of their own, though her hardwork she turned her company into one worth billions of dollars but all of it was lost due to her grandmother's scheme and now belonged to her brother. She had lost it all and he was determined to give it back to her.
But this, he stared at the check laying on his lap, this was obviously the end for them.
He could still feel the dull pain in his leg so he tried again. He was going to do it, he was going to console her at her costs.
"Lily, please just give me one more day, I promise I'll make things right once again." He begged, but Lily ignored him. She was done with him. "Lily!"
Her heart was heavy when she turned her back against him, that wasn't her wish, she hated seeing people hurt because of her, but she had already faced enough ridicule to last her a life time.
Reginald could feel the blood flowing down his legs now, it was working!
"Lily, just one more day and everything will be fine," He pleaded, wanting her to listen to him for just this last time.
She closed her eyes, and tears stung her eyelids. They bad already faced defeat in the family conflicts, being together was not the right thing to do, they were better off alone than together. With that resolve in mind, she walked out on him.
"Just a little more time." Reginald refused to give up, he had been undergoing secret rehabilitation all these while and he had been sensing energy in his paralyzed legs.
Trying one more time, he held the chair and pulled himself up.
On hearing the commotion, Lily's mother rushed into the room.
"What in the heavens name is going on here?" She asked glancing around in search of the cause of the noise.
Suddenly she gasped, and her mouth dropped open.
Reginald Mack stood in the middle of the room as his unmistakable presence filled with an aura no one dared questioned.
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