Chapter 890

Although the therapist was often yelled at by Charlie, he still nodded his head furiously in fear. "Mister Charlie, don't be mistaken, that isn't what I mean…" "If you don't mean that, why do you keep asking me to practice? I have done it for so long, yet I don't even have the strength to get up. So what use is there practicing?" "Mister Charlie…" "F*ck off!" Charlie picked up his walking stick and threw it at the therapist. The therapist was so frightened he hugged his head and fled. Meredith never entered previously because Charlie did not like her accompanying him in physiotherapy. He did not want her to see him in a wretched state. However, at that moment, Meredith could no longer care about anything else. She rushed inside and hugged Charlie, comforting him, "Charlie, don't be like that. Calm down, alright?" Charlie was stunned when he saw her. Then, he pushed her aside and yelled, "What are you here for? Get out! Get out!" "Charlie, how could I leave seeing you like that?