William Foster nodded gently in agreement, his gratitude evident in his expression, but he didn't say much.
A simple gesture was enough to convey the mutual understanding between them, eliminating the need for unnecessary verbal explanations.
After Zam left, Arthur Davis came in, "Mr. William Foster, it's time for your rehabilitation training."
Her tone was gentle yet firm, perfectly reminding the master of the task ahead.
William Foster responded with a nod, then easily stood up from the wheelchair.
Standing nearly six-foot-three, he exuded a leader's aura from head to toe.
Even dressed in ordinary clothes and standing still, one could feel a strength and confidence radiating from within.
With his handsome face and perfect physique, how could William Foster really be the man who once claimed no one wanted to marry him?
In reality, there were plenty of people who wanted to be his wife.
