Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1965

Victoria asked, "Andrew, do you think I'm just too useless now?"

Andrew felt his heart clench painfully for that brief moment. "Victoria, I'm going to restore your energy core!"

Even he found his own words hollow and pale.

Victoria looked at him and forced a faint smile. She tried to act like she did not care, but he could feel the bitterness and helplessness beneath it.

She said, "With Fallen Grace and Death's Draught plant combined, even a miracle worker couldn't help. You've already done the impossible just by keeping me alive. As for my energy core and martial arts, don't waste your time thinking about it. It'll only trouble you."

She even joked, "It's fine. From now on, I'll just settle for being a housewife."

Andrew took a deep breath and emphasized once more, "Victoria, I will definitely restore your strength."

As a martial artist, he understood all too well what the destruction of one's energy core meant.

Victoria would probably rather die than live as a cripple. She had been strong all her life, and now she could barely lift a finger. The martial arts she had taken pride in were gone, stripped from her like a cruel execution.

When she started coughing again and a cold flush spread across her face, Andrew quickly moved to help her back to bed.

However, she looped her arms around his neck instead. Her almost translucent skin was right before him, her gaze soft and hazy.

"You brat, from now on, I'm just a weak, useless woman. Before I die, I'll have to rely on you to take care of me," she murmured.

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