The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Upon hearing Asher's request, Yuri looked troubled.

"Master Ash, a few of your friend's wounds are exceptionally deep. I'll only have a clearer idea of how to treat it once I finish cleaning the wound up."

Asher stared at the gory wounds. An intense pain coursed through his entire being.

"Some of these injuries will need stitches, and it's unlikely to avoid scarring entirely."

Seeing Asher's expression turn grim, Yuri tried to lighten the mood with a wry smile. "A few scars won't be a big deal for a young man, would it? It might even add some rugged charm to him. Surely, your friend isn't that fussy, right?"

Asher's brows knitted into a tight frown.

Not that fussy?

Arnold avoided any domestic chores and would change his entire outfit if a single speck of grease landed on it.

If he was not considered fussy, then no one would fit that description.

Asher could already imagine Arnold's frantic reaction upon seeing his scarred back.

please try your best

use the utmost care for your sake,"

sake" made Asher's

two hours for Yuri to thoroughly treat Arnold's

the steady heaving of Arnold's chest did Asher finally

his temperature again in the morning. As long as it returns to normal, we should be in the clear," Yuri said as he wiped

you so much, Dr. Williams,"

Dr. Williams. It

looked earnestly at Asher and said, "Just call me

lips parted slightly, his throat tight with emotion.

with a clear, crisp voice, his eyes brimming with

willingly walk through hell a thousand times for

he also could not sleep beside him for fear of

sleeping on the sofa, making do

sleep. He planned to watch over his little fox until

the night, exhaustion overcame him, and he