MARK OF REBIRTH

Weeks gradually went by, my legs returned to their normal stance. I could barely move on my own now, without Lucy's assistance nor carrying a cane with me. It was as if nothing had occurred to me more than a month ago, with the exception of my missing memories, because I could feel myself strong as a bull. 

I craved to return to work. As soon as possible, I would like to start working again, missing the actions inside my office and the hustle and crowded world outside this premises. But as much as I desired to report for duty, my father still prohibited me from reporting for work and wished me to rest for a month longer. According to him, it is best for me to fully recover first before engaging again in our business.