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."

course, I'll use the utmost

your sake" made Asher's

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

heaving of Arnold's chest did Asher

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

Dr. Williams,"

call me Dr. Williams. It makes me feel

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

pale lips parted slightly, his throat tight with emotion.

with a clear, crisp voice, his eyes brimming

walk through hell a thousand times

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

ended up sleeping on the sofa, making do for the

intend to sleep. He planned to watch over his

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

of ointment and felt a weight on his

Asher snapped

"Ash..."

Arnold's skin, pale to the point of glowing, glistened with sweat in the gentle