Robert hadn't expected to find Janet here. His gaze fell on Philip in the wheelchair, his face clouded with anger. Without hesitation, Robert stepped forward, gently took Philip from Janet's hands, and helped him onto the bed. Then, he started massaging Philip's legs with practiced familiarity.
"Let me do it," Janet said softly, moving to the bedside. She looked at Philip's furrowed brow, sensing his discomfort but determined. She was his wife, after all—this was her responsibility.
"Mrs. Janet…" Robert nodded approvingly at her earnest expression and then rose to guide her through the process step-by-step. Because Philip had been confined to the wheelchair for so long, his leg joints had stiffened. Regular nightly massages were needed to improve circulation and sensory function.
"Don't forget to remind the master to take his medicine before bed," Robert added, pointing to the bottle on the nightstand.
