My 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.

dressed in a red trench coat and black boots and exuded a cool and refined

much hesitation, he nodded, “Fine. Do I have any other choice? As long as you can get my dad out safely. I’m in.”

woman gave Tristan a look, extinguishing the cigarette in her hand, “Good, it’s a

hostage by their daughter’s

door, a thought caught her. She turned around with a mix of determination and something else flickering in her gaze and headed

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

off guard, maybe even left

displayed a range of emotions: relief at finally speaking her truth, joy at the potential reconciliation, and perhaps a touch of

was limited, but her actions stemmed from a genuine desire