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."

utmost care for your

"for your sake" made Asher's cheeks

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

steady heaving of Arnold's chest did Asher finally

morning. As long as it returns to normal, we should be in the clear," Yuri said as

so much, Dr. Williams,"

please don't call me Dr. Williams. It

and said, "Just call me Yuri,

lips parted slightly, his throat tight

clear, crisp voice,

through hell a thousand times

not leave Arnold's side. However, he also could not sleep beside him

sleeping on the sofa, making do for

he did not intend to sleep. He planned to watch

latter half of the night, exhaustion overcame him, and he fell

and felt a weight on his body, pressing down

Asher snapped

"Ash..."

Arnold straddling him under the hazy moonlight. Arnold's skin, pale to the point of glowing, glistened with sweat in the gentle light,