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."

I'll use the utmost care for your sake," Yuri

sake" made

Yuri to thoroughly treat Arnold's wounds, using the best

he saw the steady heaving of

As long as it returns to normal, we should be

you so much, Dr. Williams,"

don't call me Dr. Williams. It makes

earnestly at Asher and said, "Just call me Yuri, like you used

lips parted slightly, his throat

a clear, crisp voice,

willingly walk through hell a thousand

side. However, he also could not sleep

the sofa, making do for the

sleep. He planned to watch over his little

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

the cool scent of ointment and felt a weight on

his willpower, Asher

"Ash..."

pale to the point