Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Twenty- nine

As Jackson settled into his new reality, the confines of the room became his sanctuary—a place of quiet reflection and introspection amidst the chaos of his fractured memories.

The days stretched into weeks, each one marked by the slow, steady rhythm of his recovery.

In the beginning, Jackson's world was confined to the narrow confines of a wheelchair, his body still fragile from the ordeal he had endured.

But with each passing day, he felt the tendrils of strength creeping back into his limbs, a silent testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

Elizabeth and Charles watched over him with a mixture of concern and affection, their presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance.

They knew that Jackson needed time to heal, both physically and emotionally, before they could disclose the truth of his origins.

And so, they waited.

Meanwhile, the physiotherapist that Charles and Elizabeth had sent to care for Jackson gently guided him through a series of exercises designed to