“I’ll wash your daughter… and she’ll walk again.” The billionaire thought it was a ridiculous joke. But seconds later, when he saw what happened next, the smile vanished from his face.

Sophie reached for his hand and placed it firmly on Harper’s knee. “Press down firmly,” she instructed him without hesitation.

Elliot did as she said, and Harper suddenly gasped loudly. “Daddy, I felt that,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and confusion.

Elliot’s breath caught as he stared at her, unable to process what was happening. “How is this even possible?” he asked quietly, almost to himself.

Sophie answered calmly, “Sometimes people stop looking for healing because they expect damage to be permanent, but the body can be stronger than those expectations.” Elliot slowly sank to his knees in the wet grass, overwhelmed by what he was witnessing.

“Harper, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. The little girl looked at him with uncertainty and asked, “What if I still cannot walk?”

Sophie stepped in front of the wheelchair and held out her hands. “Then we try again tomorrow,” she said gently, “and the day after that, and every day after until something changes.”

Harper swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay, I will try,” she said, gripping the armrests tightly.