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 care for your sake," Yuri

"for your sake" made Asher's

to thoroughly treat Arnold's wounds, using

saw the steady heaving of

in the morning. As long as it returns to normal, we should be in the

much, Dr. Williams," Asher

call me Dr.

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

lips parted slightly, his

with a clear, crisp voice, his eyes brimming

walk through hell

he also could not sleep beside him for fear of

on the sofa, making do for the

not intend to sleep. He planned to

of the night, exhaustion overcame him, and he fell into

of ointment and felt a weight on his body, pressing down

Asher snapped his

"Ash..."

Arnold straddling him under the hazy moonlight. Arnold's skin, pale to the point of glowing,