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.

approached within twenty meters of the door, Cherise caught the sound of a woman sobbing from within.

barely registered the

one jolted her to action.

Heather’s

forward, flinging open the director’s

greeted her shook Cherise to

the bed, stripped to her shirt, while Yolanda, clad in white, sat nearby, delicately puncturing Heather’s blisters with

Yolanda’s side, offering

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shricks that had echoed earlier had been Heather’s cries

earth are

demeanor cracked at the sight.

her presence, her tone icy,

her wounds.”

teeth, Cherise watched Heather’s distress, unable to suppress her anguish, “Attending to

“Indeed,”

interjected eagerly, brandishing the ointment, “This is the special balm Ms.

“Precisely,”

Mr. Whitlock and dabbing it onto Heather’s punctured blisters with a cotton swab. “It’s better to endure

best to lance them

to Heather’s injuries, Yolanda turned her gaze towards Cherise, a hint of mockery and challenge

not just about physical