“Sir, I Can Make Your Daughter Walk Again” – Said the Beggar Boy! The Millionaire Turned and FROZE

Zeke’s voice didn’t shake. There was no smile. Just that same quiet tone.

A grown-up kind of stillness in a kid’s body. Jonathan looked down at Zeke’s clothes, his taped-up boot. The cracked lenses of the glasses hanging from the boy’s shirt collar.

This had to be some weird coincidence. Maybe even a scam. He turned and walked inside without another word.

But inside, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way the kid said it. Not with hope.

Not with doubt. But like it was a fact. But something about that voice remained stuck in Jonathan’s head.

And it was going to keep pulling at him until he came back. Jonathan tried to forget about the kid. For the next few hours, he sat through Isla’s appointments.

Nodding through updates from therapists, neurologists, and specialists. All of them using the same phrases they always did. Managing expectations.

Long road ahead. Miracles take time. He’d heard it all.

But Zeke’s words kept repeating in his mind like a stubborn itch. I can make your daughter walk again. By early afternoon, Jonathan and Isla stepped out of the building.

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