feel, it hurts like hell! So until youâve had your entire body broken, donât think you can preach to me about hurrying up and healing. Itâs not that easy!â
âAnd when have you ever walked away from a challenge?â Robert yelled back. âFor crying out loud, Zach, ever since you were a kid, youâve refused to be told you couldnât do something. You challenged your mother and me in every aspect of your damn life! But now? Now that it really counts and itâs really hard, youâre going to sit here and quit?â
âIâm not quitting! Iâm justââ
âI think,â Robert interrupted, âthat up until now, everything in your life has come easily to you. You were a naturally gifted athlete. School and academics required very little effort from you. Starting this office and getting it off the ground, while challenging, still seemed to go according to your plans. But this injury? This accident? Itâs messed with your psyche. When you didnât see immediate results, you gave up and quit. Itâs not happening fast enough for you. Well, news flash, son, no one said it was going to.â
âYou have no idea how painful it is,â Zach said through clenched teeth.
âI donât,â Robert said solemnly, âand I hate more than anything that you have to go through it. If I could, Zach, Iâd do it for you; Iâd take the pain on myself. But I canât. This is something only you can do. You have to decide if youâre going to fight for it or if youâre going to let it defeat you.â
Zach stared defiantly at his father for a solid minute. Seriously, did the old man have any idea the level of pain he was dealing with? Did he even know most days it took a Herculean effort just to get out of bed and move to a chair? Or the humiliation of needing someone to help him get dressed or take a shower?
âI think by taking the responsibility of the company off your shoulders, you can put your focus on your physical therapy,â Robert said to break the silence.
âThis branch of Montgomerys is mine ,â he growled. âI know Ethan was there with me from the beginning and I appreciate everything heâs doing, but you have no right to put him in charge. It wasnât your decision to make.â
âWhat choice did I have?â Robert said with frustration. âWe can keep going around and around in circles on this. You canât have your cake and eat it too, Zach! You donât want to work and thereâs a company to run! Enough now! The decision is made!â
Zach tried to stand up but his legs wouldnât support him and he fell right back down into his seat. He yelled out a curse of frustration and wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. Thankfully, his father hadnât rushed to his side to offer his help. He hated when people took pity on him and fussed around him like he was an invalid. Taking a minute to calm himself down, he flexed his legs until he had the feeling back in them completely before turning his attention back to his father.
âPlease,â he said as calmly as possible. âIâm really trying to find a balance here. I donât like asking for help. I donât like needing help. Whatâ¦what can I do to prove to you that Iâm trying?â
Robertâs expression remained neutral. âFor starters, you have to stop firing the therapists. Youâre not going to get better on your own, Zach. You need them.â
âBut theyâre idiots.â
âNo, theyâre not. They know what theyâre doing and you need to listen to them. In this situation, theyâre the experts, not you.â
âFine,â he murmured. âSo if I do the therapy youâll back off firing me?â
âNo.â
âWhat the hell , Dad? I just asked you what I had to do and you said therapy and I agreed!â
âThatâs only part