Chapter hundred Thirty- two

The sterile walls of the dojo in the mansion seemed to close in on Jackson as he pushed through another grueling session.

His body, once broken and battered, was now strained against the resistance bands. The physical therapy was relentless, but so was his determination.

Over the next couple of months, Jackson committed himself to the arduous process of healing.

The accident had left him shattered—bones fractured, muscles torn. But he refused to be defeated.

With each step, he defied the odds, inching closer to regaining his former strength.

The clutches, once his lifeline, were now discarded in a corner.

Jackson staggered through the hallways, his legs wobbly but resolute. Days blurred into weeks, and soon he was walking unaided.

The treadmill became his battleground, the rhythmic thud of his sneakers echoing his determination.

Charles watched from the sidelines. For he had seen battles—both on the field and within the soul.

He knew that Jackson's journey was more than physical

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