Victoria asked, "Andrew, do you think I'm just too useless now?"

Andrew felt his heart clench painfully for that brief moment. "Victoria, I'm going to restore your energy core!"

Even he found his own words hollow and pale.

Victoria looked at him and forced a faint smile. She tried to act like she did not care, but he could feel the bitterness and helplessness beneath it.

She said, "With Fallen Grace and Death's Draught plant combined, even a miracle worker couldn't help. You've already done the impossible just by keeping me alive. As for my energy core and martial arts, don't waste your time thinking about it. It'll only trouble you."

She even joked, "It's fine. From now on, I'll just settle for being a housewife."

Andrew took a deep breath and emphasized once more, "Victoria, I will definitely restore your strength."

As a martial artist, he understood all too well what the destruction of one's energy core meant.

Victoria would probably rather die than live as a crip