My Blind Husband

Damien wanted Beckham to witness firsthand what the adopted daughter he had always defended had done.

If anger for what Raymond did to Charisa could not surpass the so-called father-daughter bond he shared with Gwenn, then this man was truly as hopeless as Jarvi had claimed.

The lamp on the hotel desk illuminated the room. It was already past eleven at night, but Beckham remained awake. He sat in the chair, diligently writing a letter on exquisite paper. The letter was intended for Charisa in heaven.

“Ari, we have finally found the culprit who hurt you back then. Are you happy?”

“Ari, Damien’s father is not a bad person. You can rest assured.”

“As for Raymond… not only will Damien not let him go, but I won’t either…”

Beckham held the pen and smiled as he wrote. Yet, in another moment, tears streamed down his face.

Charisa’s life had been tough. It took five years after her passing to find the culprit who assaulted her when she was a young woman. Furthermore, it was also in the fifth year after her departure that her family finally emerged.

too late? Was it really too

Beckham could never hold her in his embrace and hear

tears. “Once Raymond is dead,

his letter. As

He carefully shut Serafina and Soren’s bedroom door before heading to the main

me.” Damien’s deep voice sounded from

brows furrowed even more. “It’s late. What are you doing here

He smiled and replied, “I have something to discuss with

frowned. “Does it have to

arrival and discussion would wake the children. Serafina might not be a problem, but Soren

breath and continued, “Please open the door. I’ll have

deny that it was a good idea. Thus,