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.

it all too late? Was it

his embrace and hear her calling his name. He owed her

“Once Raymond is dead, I’ll come to

arrived at Beckham’s door, Beckham had just finished his letter. As he placed the exquisite letter into an envelope, there

furrowed his brows, appearing displeased as he glanced at the door. He carefully shut Serafina and

me.” Damien’s deep voice

more. “It’s late. What are you

Beckham’s displeased tone. He smiled and replied, “I

frowned. “Does it have

would wake the children. Serafina might not be a problem, but Soren was always sensitive.

“Please open the door. I’ll have Blake go in

good idea. Thus, after considering briefly, he nodded. “Okay.”