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.

red trench coat and black boots and exuded a cool and refined demeanor. However,

I have any other choice? As

the cigarette in

Charles, held hostage by their daughter’s sleep cycle,

reached for the door, a thought caught her. She turned around with a mix of determination and something

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 his sister, confused

caught him off guard, maybe even left him

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

limited, but her actions stemmed from a