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    Arabe couldn’t believe her ears. “Glenn, are you really feeling pain in your leg?” she asked again


    “Yes,” Glenn replied, his voice filled with excitement. “I do feel some pain, but it’s subtle.”


    “Since this is your first acupuncture session, the effects might take a while to appear,” Marissa exined. “I merely wanted to demonstrate that there’s potential for recovery for your legs today, but patience and extended treatment are necessary.”


    For over a decade, Glenn had been unable to feel his legs. Today, that changed, igniting a spark of hope. He looked at Marissa with eager eyes and asked, “Is there really a chance my legs could heal, Tiffany?”


    “Absolutely,” Marissa assured him. As she packed up her needles, she continued, “Today is merely the start, meant to boost your confidence. Going forward, your treatment will include both acupuncture and medication. We’ll sort out the details once Dr. Riss is back. Staying patient and confident is essential.”


    “I will!” Glenn dered, his smile brightening the room. It had been years since Glenn had shown such a smile. Today, his face was alight with joy and expectancy


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    The topic of Glenn’s legs had always been delicate for the Daniels family, often skirted around in conversations. However, today marked a shift, as a sense of relief and optimism pervaded the atmosphere


    After she had tucked away her silver needles and applied the ointment she had made herself to Glenn’s legs, Marissa stood up


    At that moment, Domenic reminded Connor again, “Mr. Daniels, it’s time for us to depart.” Marissa handed Glenn the half-empty bottle of ointment, advising, “This ointment is excellent for burns. Apply it twice daily, and you should see improvements soon.”


    “Understood,” Glenn replied, gratitude warming his tone


    Marissa moved to escort Arabe out. “Let’s go, Grandma.”


    However, Arabe, who always cherished Marissa’spany, gently pulled her hand free. “I’ll walk with Glenn. You can apany Connor.”


    She then leaned closer, whispering mysteriously into Marissa’s ear, “You should spend more time with Connor and give me a great-grandchild soon. I won’t be the third wheel.” Despite her attempt at secrecy, Arabe’s voice carried, and everyone in the room overheard her, resulting inughter from all corners. This was not the first time Arabe had broached such a topic, invariably making Marissa feel self-conscious


    “Grandma,” Marissa murmured, her face coloring with embarrassment


    “What are you waiting for? Escort Glenn and me to the car!” Arabe prompted the maids


    At her words, Cade and the maids sprang into action, efficiently guiding Arabe and maneuvering Glenn’s wheelchair out of the room


    Just as Marissa was about to express her objection, Connor embraced her


    “What do you think you’re doing?” she protested, trying to push him away. “Remember, we’re only pretending to be a couple. You’ve mentioned you are wooing me, but I haven’t agreed. Please, don’t be so forward.”


    Connor kept his gaze fixed on her, maintaining a respectful distance even as he held her. “Thank you, Marissa.”


    “For what?” Confusion marked Marissa’s tone


    “For giving Glenn hope. It’s been over a decade since I’ve seen himugh. Today, heughed genuinely, and it was all thanks to you.”


    Marissa’s cheeks flushed deeper. “You’re being too formal. I epted three hundred million dors for his treatment. It’s my responsibility to do my best.”


    With a chuckle, Connor kissed Marissa’s forehead gently. She pushed him away briskly and wiped her forehead. “If you dare to touch me again, I will…” Before she could finish her threat, Connor was already whisking her out of the building, disregarding her unfinished warning


    Marissa simmered with irritation as they left. Once they were in the car, Marissa’s phone buzzed—a message from Derek had arrived


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