Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 309 This Is Not a Novel or Drama Plot, Right

“You guys

don’t seem like typical country folks. I’d suggest finding a more specialized. doctor to help with her treatment.”

“It seems like there are some issues with her brain. I’ve tried everything possible, but she just won’t regain consciousness.”

Damien furrowed his brow and urgently called Jacob to the villa. By the time Jacob. arrived, it was already midnight.

Jacob could only do so much alone, but fortunately, Cherise and Lucy, both medical students, were there to assist him.

“This is the twenty-third.”

Cherise accepted the objects Jacob extracted from Mandy’s body, her brow knitting in

concern. “She…”

“These are all just accessories.”

Jacob delicately removed the last crystal from beneath Mandy’s skin. “I hope I’m wrong, but a chip might be inside her brain.”

“These are just components. They’re basically the accessories that receive signals from that chip.”

Cherise was left in shock, unable to find her words. Damien had been correct.

a dose into Mandy’s bloodstream. “Her face certainly didn’t look like this before.”

least ten plastic surgeries.”

flowed through her veins.

regained consciousness, her gaze fell upon the small cluster of crystals on

the table.

was momentarily taken aback

sofa, his brows furrowed as he watched her. “Who

summoned the strength to rise from

1/3

on her face, mirroring the expression of Danielle Lenoir,

be a

had enough.

seven when her family had asked her if she wanted to become someone prettier

she had

the Wool family was a struggling household with no support from anyone. Her father had questioned whether she would improve

Mandy had consented to their coaxing.

serve as S’s stand-in because of her remarkable resemblance to Danielle Lenoir.

been confined to a room by a woman whose face had been disfigured. She had endured whippings and harsh scoldings

surgically altered to make her look nearly identical to the woman

her she was meant to become the

she had no desire to be anyone’s second. All