But it was just the doctor suggesting he walk less, he wasn't actually unable to stand.
Enna Clark gently touched him, and he immediately stood up steadily, with an energetic demeanor as if sitting in the wheelchair moments ago was just an illusion.
"Why are you here?" Old Master Lawrence stood firm, with a stern face, looking at Skye Lawrence with an expressionless face, his voice flat as if devoid of any emotion, merely questioning.
Skye Lawrence pressed her lips, unsure of what to say. She never had the courage to face Old Master Lawrence; seeing him reminded her of the poison she once used and the harsh words Nicholas Lawrence shouted at her after slapping her.
"I..."
Old Master Lawrence gave her a glance, "I'll give you three minutes. Think carefully about what you want to say. If you can't say it in three minutes, then don't. I don't want to hear it either."
Skye Lawrence's lips trembled slightly, and she murmured, "Grandpa, I'm sorry..."
