Amelia Garcia's eyes opened in a slow-motion sequence, moving from disdain, casualness to suspicion, astonishment, shock—
He...
Was it an illusion of her own eyes?
Christopher Hart, he actually stood up by himself!
Stood up from the wheelchair!
"You—" She was stunned for a while, her facial expressions changed repeatedly, one could say they were vivid, and then she asked in disbelief, "You're healed! Your leg is healed!"
She hurried back, rushing toward the man.
Christopher Hart had just steadied himself, seeing her excitedly rushing forward, he quickly reached out: "Amelia, don't—"
Before he finished speaking, she was already in front of him, her hands landing on his arms, "When did you—"
With a normal person, this action would have been perfectly fine.
But not for Christopher Hart!
His condition now was like a baby who had just learned to walk, not to mention being touched, he was still shaky standing up by himself.