The Kiss that Sparked it All (Ellinor and Theo) novel Chapter 1501

Chapter 1501 

“I need a professional physical therapist. Someone who can guide me properly on how to exercise my legs so I can stand again. I suspect that over the years, Sophia has been controlling me with drugs and misleading me with incorrect rehabilitation methods through her own selected doctors. Even though I’ve been dodging her and spitting out the pills, there’s still no improvement. 

As for the emotional entanglement between your younger sister and me, I’ll discuss it with you and her once I’m able to stand again.” 

Balfour Howard nodded at his request. “Finding a professional therapist isn’t a problem for me. The question is, will Sophia agree to let you follow the guidance of a therapist I introduce?” 

“I only need online guidance. Sophia’ won’t allow me to interact with outsiders offline. This is my email address. Ask a hacker to send the therapist’s contact information to me. Sophia is monitoring my phone and other means of communication. I can’t contact anyone openly.” 

Balfour started to believe him. Theo had been living under Sophia’s control all these years. 

He nodded. “Alright.” 

Marcus continued. “Moreover, Mr. Howard, you should have the power to delay Sophia’s progress in dealing with her father’s estate, right? If possible, please drag it out as long as you can.” 

Balfour thought for a moment while squinting his eyes. “Okay, I’ll send someone to check on her progress and will try to delay it.” 

Marcus nodded sincerely. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” 

It was almost time; if Sophia came back early, it wouldn’t be good for them. 

Balfour had prepared a lot of questions for this rascal, but seeing him in this genuine state of forgetfulness, asking would be pointless. 

So, he decided to leave and investigate Sophia’s progress and find a reliable therapist for this rascal. 

Just as Balfour was about to step out, he heard a voice from behind him. 

“Uncle!” 

He stopped in his tracks, looking back in disbelief. This young boy looked exactly like his own nephew. He thought it was the one Theo had stolen all those years 

ago. 

But then, remembering the call of “Uncle,” Balfour frowned. “You are Adrian?” 

Adrian ran over and hugged Balfour’s leg. “Uncle, I’m Adrian.”