NovelEnglishChapter 236 "You... what did you just say?" William let out a soft chuckle.
Even through the phone, his laughter sent a shiver down Serena's spine.
"I said, Giles has agreed to take on your case," William replied, drawing out his words so she wouldn't miss a thing.
Serena was almost at a loss for words. "He... he agreed? How did you manage that?" "Logic and a little heart," William's voice was as smooth and deep as a cello. "Now you can finally get a good night's sleep." A gentle ripple of relief spread through Serena's chest.
"Thank you!" she blurted, not really sure what William had done, but grateful all the same.
"Goodnight, Serena." "Goodnight." Serena lowered her phone, her anxiety gradually melting away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn the other end, William sat in his wheelchair, gazing up at the luminous moon outside his window.
The moon hung in the sky like a polished silver coin, its glow spilling evenly over the quiet lawns. Yet, no matter how brightly it shone, it couldn't pierce the darkness inside his room.
He turned his wheelchair slowly in the shadows, casting a sidelong glance at Giles, who sat hunched over in pain, head in his hands.
"I hope Mr. Weatherly keeps his word and shows up at court on time," William said calmly.
With that, he let Finn wheel him out of the house.
Giles lifted his head with difficulty, his gaze tangled with emotion as he watched William's retreating figure. He'd braced himself for William's return-prepared for the day William would use the Grayson family nto drag him out of hiding.
But he hadn't expected William to lay himself bare, wounds and all.
The sight of the grotesque scars winding down William's legs had nearly made Giles sick.
Yet William's expression had barely changed.
He looked as serene as a still lake beneath the midnight sky.
"Mr. Weatherly," William had said, his tone steady as ever, "even a cripple likecan find the courage to stand up again. What's stopping a man like you— someone with a sound mind and body- from doing the same? Are you really going to let one lost case break you?" The words had struck Giles like a punch to the chest.
Ever since he'd lost to Nestor Leighton three years ago, he'd refused every case that chis way. He told the world he was retiring-quitting while he was ahead.
But the truth was, he was scared of failing again.
He'd never lost at anything in his life-not in grade school, not at university, not at work. Whether he was in a small town or a big city, a startup or a Fortune 500 firm, he was always number one.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMaybe it was because life had always cso easily to him that he just couldn't handle that first defeat.
He'd started to believe he was worthless, locking himself away in his mansion.
But seeing the scars on William's legs, Giles suddenly felt ridiculous, William-young master William-had been born with everything. One car crash had shattered his future, left him crippled and pitied by all. But William had clawed his way back.
Compared to that, what were Giles's troubles? He shot to his feet, fighting off a wave of dizziness as he hurried after William.
He caught up at the front door just as William was about to get into the car. spoke, his voice When Giles finally was tagged, as though it hadn't been used in years. "Why are you doing this for me?" He was exposing his most vulnerable side, and he knew he'd never have the courage to do what William had done.
William didn't turn. He simply tilted his head up to the moor and smiled. Just know it's not for your sake. That's all you need to understand." With that, the car door closed, leaving Giles standing alone on the porch, completely at a loss.
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