The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Upon hearing Asher's request, Yuri looked troubled.

"Master Ash, a few of your friend's wounds are exceptionally deep. I'll only have a clearer idea of how to treat it once I finish cleaning the wound up."

Asher stared at the gory wounds. An intense pain coursed through his entire being.

"Some of these injuries will need stitches, and it's unlikely to avoid scarring entirely."

Seeing Asher's expression turn grim, Yuri tried to lighten the mood with a wry smile. "A few scars won't be a big deal for a young man, would it? It might even add some rugged charm to him. Surely, your friend isn't that fussy, right?"

Asher's brows knitted into a tight frown.

Not that fussy?

Arnold avoided any domestic chores and would change his entire outfit if a single speck of grease landed on it.

If he was not considered fussy, then no one would fit that description.

Asher could already imagine Arnold's frantic reaction upon seeing his scarred back.

"No matter what, please try your best to treat him."

use the utmost care for your

sake" made Asher's cheeks

took over two hours for Yuri to thoroughly

the steady heaving of Arnold's

long as it returns to normal, we should

so much, Dr. Williams," Asher

call me Dr. Williams. It

and said,

pale lips parted slightly, his throat tight with emotion.

responded with a clear, crisp voice, his eyes brimming with

walk through hell a

not sleep beside him for fear of accidentally

up sleeping on the sofa, making do

planned to watch over his little

in the latter half of the night, exhaustion overcame him,

scent of ointment and felt a weight on

Asher snapped

"Ash..."

skin, pale to the point of glowing, glistened with sweat in the gentle light, appearing as