Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 862 A Sudden Revelation

In truth, a pang of hunger gnawed at Cherise’s stomach.

The ordeal of last night’s car ride had sapped much of her energy.

She pressed her lips together and instructed, “Pop it in the fridge for me; I’ll eat it when I

return.”

With a concerned glance, Frances slipped two packets of hot milk into Cherise’s bag. fearing she might grow famished on her way.

Cherise sipped on the warm milk, exiting the manor while settling into Mr. Kolson’s car.

Thirty minutes later, the vehicle pulled up at the research institute.

Just as before, upon stepping out of the car at the institute’s entrance, Cherise noticed her colleagues‘ furtive glances and hushed murmurs.

The unresolved plagiarism issue cast a pall over her interactions.

These silent judgments weighed heavily on Cherise’s spirits.

She hastened towards Heather’s usual workspace, milk in hand.

Heather had mentioned earlier that Mr. Whitlock sought to speak with her, prompting Cherise to head straight for his office.

twenty meters of the door, Cherise caught the sound of a woman sobbing

registered the

jolted

Heather’s

rushed forward, flinging

sight that greeted her shook Cherise to her core.

clad in white, sat nearby, delicately puncturing Heather’s blisters with a needle and holding

Whitlock stood at Yolanda’s side, offering ointment with

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echoed earlier had been Heather’s cries as

earth are you doing?”

composed demeanor cracked

her presence, her tone icy, “I’m

her wounds.”

distress, unable to suppress her anguish, “Attending to

“Indeed,”

the ointment, “This is the special balm Ms. Weiss procured. It promises to heal wounds within a

“Precisely,”

dabbing it onto Heather’s punctured blisters with a cotton

eventually; it’s best to

mockery and challenge dancing in her ink–colored

not just about physical