Chapter 67

David Moore rubbed his hands anxiously. "Alright, I'll go check things out first. If it doesn't work, we’ll ask Luna White to come. Just say we need her help—if she can treat him, great. If not, no pressure. Saving a life is worth more than anything else. Even if it’s not for our boy’s job, it’s still a human life." He paused, frowning. "I’m just worried that girl might be difficult. Educated folks can be proud—what if she looks down on people like us?"

Aunt Martha cut him off. "Nonsense! Luna’s the sweetest girl—polite at meals and in conversation. Nothing like what you’re imagining."

David shook his head. "You think everyone’s a saint. I’m heading out—no time to argue." He rushed off, but instead of going to the hospital, he made a beeline for Henry Cooper’s house.

He needed to see it for himself. As the saying went, seeing is believing.

Just as he reached the door, the curtain was pushed aside. A figure stepped out carrying a basin. In the dim light from inside, David immediately recognized William Cooper.

His heart warmed.

William startled, nearly dropping the basin. "Uncle David? What brings you here? Come in!" He thought to himself: Standing at the door in the middle of the night—scaring people half to death.

David circled William twice, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Will, you’re really better? No pain anywhere?" He hadn’t believed Aunt Martha earlier, but now, seeing it with his own eyes, he had no choice.

A man paralyzed for over a decade—now walking. That medical skill was nothing short of miraculous.

William smiled shyly. "Much better. Just weak in the legs and overall fatigue. Dr. White said with more rest and exercise, I’ll be as good as normal." His eyes grew moist as he spoke.

"Walk a bit—let me see." David still wasn’t convinced.

William carried the basin outside, poured the water smoothly, then walked back steadily.

David slapped his thigh. "Good! That’s fantastic!" He turned to leave immediately.

"Uncle, won’t you come in?"

"No, no—got things to do. Come over tomorrow for dinner—we’ll celebrate properly!" Before the words fully left his mouth, he was already gone.

William shook his head, amused. His uncle was always in such a hurry.

"Who was that?" Henry poked his head out.

"Uncle David. Said a few words and left."

Henry frowned. "What’s so urgent this late?"

The brothers tiptoed back inside. The three children were already asleep.

Henry collapsed onto the bed, snoring loudly. The weight that had crushed him for over a decade was finally lifted—he slept more soundly than ever.

But William tossed and turned. Anyone who’d experienced such a miracle would be too excited to sleep.

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David flicked on his flashlight, running into Old Harold and a few others on the way—all old factory buddies heading to Factory Manager Victor Green’s place to help.

The Green residence was brightly lit. The moment David stepped in, he saw Victor’s ashen face. Everyone exchanged silent glances—no one spoke unnecessarily.

Victor felt like a boulder sat on his chest. His brother-in-law was the only son in his wife’s family, doted on by three older sisters. A perfectly healthy man, just visiting relatives—and now this. How was he supposed to explain this to his father-in-law?

The hospital had given up. When they brought him home, he was barely clinging to life.

The thought of his father-in-law’s fury made Victor’s back run cold. The old man was the family’s pillar—if anything happened to him because of this… his brothers-in-law would tear him apart.

David glanced around the crowded room, realizing he wasn’t needed here. He had to hurry back and find Luna.

He excused himself to Old Harold, claiming he’d forgotten something, and slipped away.

Victor watched David’s retreating figure bitterly. That sly fox—bolting at the first sign of trouble. Acts all humble usually, but shows his true colors when it counts.

Little did he know, David’s departure would bring back a twist of fate beyond imagination.