The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 123

The young woman was wearing loose hospital pajamas, her hands gripping a cane tightly. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she gritted her teeth, inching forward step by step. The physical therapist offered quiet encouragement from the side.

Every step Yvonne took looked difficult; her calves trembled uncontrollably with each movement. But her eyes were filled with determination. Even though she was sweating from the pain, she planted each step firmly on the ground.

It seemed her recovery had gone well while Leilani was abroad. Before Leilani left, Yvonne needed support just to move. Now she could walk with a cane.

Leilani was genuinely happy for her. She let out a small breath of relief, a smile unconsciously tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Leilani!" Yvonne looked up inadvertently and saw her. Her eyes lit up instantly, her voice chirping with joy.

Since she had been spotted, Leilani couldn't just stand at the door. She pushed the door open and placed the fruit on the table.

Yvonne couldn't wait and shuffled two steps toward her with the cane.

The shaky, hopping movement made the therapist rush to support her, reminding her helplessly, "Ms. Sherwood, don't rush. Careful you don't fall."

"I'm fine!" Yvonne smiled brightly, her gaze glued to Leilani. "Leilani, didn't you just come a few days ago? Why are you back today? And you brought fruit."

"Last time I only spoke a few words to you and didn't really check on your recovery, so I wanted to see how you were doing," Leilani said gently, reaching out to support her arm. "I saw you doing your rehab just now. You're recovering well."

Yvonne lifted her chin proudly. "Of course! I've been following your rehab plan strictly. Maybe in a while, I'll be able to throw away the cane entirely!"

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