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.

into Mandy’s bloodstream. “Her face certainly didn’t

undergone at least

flowed through

consciousness, her gaze fell upon the small cluster

the table.

taken aback and

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

deep breath, Mandy summoned the strength to rise from

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of despair on her face, mirroring the expression of Danielle

don’t want to be

had had enough.

memory transported her back to the age of seven when her family had asked her if she wanted to become someone prettier and more

enthusiasm, she had agreed.

struggling household with no support from anyone. Her father had questioned whether she would improve their

again, Mandy had consented to their

she had been chosen to serve as S’s stand-in because

a child, she had been confined to a room by a woman whose face had been disfigured. She had endured whippings and harsh scoldings from her. A chip had been implanted in

had been surgically altered to make her look nearly identical

meant to become the next

to be anyone’s second. All she yearned for was to be