Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Gwenn commented, “Don’t bother. You and your father have never been on his radar, so anything you say is pointless.”

She looked at Tristan with a subtle stare and continued, “I’m not here for small talk. I’m asking if you will join forces because I can help save your father.”

After a moment, Tristan furrowed his brows and smirked bitterly, “How can I trust you? I can’t just believe you’re reliable because you say so, can I?”

Ever since his father blinded him five years ago, Tristan had lost trust in his own parents, let alone a woman he had never met.

Gwenn stated indifferently, “You just need to tell me if you’re willing or not. I’ll contact you after I rescue your father and let you know what I want you to do.”

Tristan furrowed his brows again, lowering his head to assess the woman, who was a half-head shorter than him.

a cool and refined demeanor. However, her noticeable bosom caught his attention, sending a surge of

hesitation, he nodded, “Fine. Do I have any other choice? As long as you can get my

look, extinguishing the cigarette

daughter’s sleep cycle, hurried

her. She turned around with a mix of determination and something else flickering in her gaze and headed straight

owe you a big apology for how I treated your mom. I was blind back then, wrapped up in my own family mess. Family has always meant the world to me, so Dame showing you more favor, even over

dropped. Maeve’s apology caught him off guard, maybe even left him

joy at the potential reconciliation, and perhaps

her perspective was limited, but her actions stemmed from a genuine desire to do what she thought was