Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685 Aggrieved Ursula

Ursula persisted, her voice filled with anger, “And why would Weena risk her life to save Damien if she didn’t have any feelings for him?”

As she spoke, a sense of injustice fueled her words. “Weena saved him. He should be grateful to her!”

Charles scoffed, his voice tinged with derision. “Heh. Do you realize how many lives. Damien’s ex-wife, Cherise, has saved as a doctor? If saving someone means being indebted to them for life, then who would dare seek medical help in the future? It would mean marrying the doctor every time!”

Ursula was speechless, momentarily struck by the harshness of Charles’s words. She fought back tears, swallowing the bitter lump in her throat. “I… Fine!”

With trembling fingers, Ursula pulled out her phone. “I will inform Weena that we have to leave immediately! Even with her injured foot, I’ll wheel her out in a wheelchair and return. to our modest home in the city village. I’ll find any job I can and support her! And no matter what, we won’t trouble the Lenoir family anymore! Because damn it, she was foolish to get herself injured and limp for saving this ungrateful person in the fire!”

Charles, deeply perplexed by Ursula’s outburst, frowned and gently held her hand. “Hey, did we ever say we wouldn’t cover Rowena’s medical expenses? Did we ever say we wouldn’t help both of you? You need to understand that repaying a favor doesn’t mean controlling. Damien’s marital life.”

He paused, his gaze unwavering yet kind. “If you truly believe you’re doing the right thing. then make the call. But remember, sometimes the one who feels most embarrassed is the one who walks away.”

He paused again, his voice taking on a sharper tone. “And you plan to solely support Rowena with your own earnings? Are you sure you can handle that?”

Ursula was left speechless. Of course, she didn’t really want to call Rowena, but her emotions. had gotten the better of her.

Just then, Cherise approached them, wearing a coat and pushing a suitcase. “Damien, who is this young woman you’re talking to?”

“A friend’s sister,” Damien replied, walking alongside her without hesitation.