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."

the utmost care

sake" made Asher's cheeks

over two hours for Yuri to thoroughly treat Arnold's wounds, using the best

the steady heaving of

in the morning. As long as it returns to normal, we should be in the clear," Yuri said as he wiped the sweat from his

much, Dr. Williams,"

Dr. Williams. It makes me

said, "Just call me Yuri, like

lips parted slightly, his throat tight with

crisp voice, his eyes brimming with

walk through hell a thousand times for

Arnold's side. However, he also could not sleep beside him for fear of accidentally

on the sofa, making do for

he did not intend to sleep. He planned to watch over his little fox

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

smelled the cool scent of ointment and felt a

his willpower, Asher snapped his eyes

"Ash..."

under the hazy moonlight. Arnold's skin, pale to