Chapter 807 Raymond’s Sins Are Etched In Stone
“The Lenoirs are here?” Cherise’s eyebrows shot up like startled sparrows.
With no time to ponder, she followed Syatt like a shadow.
Zooming past the wards, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Lyra, her eyes swollen, emerging from one. Cherise didn’t give it much thought; after all, this girl was overly dramatic, shedding tears over the most trivial things.
Entering Raymond’s ward alongside Syatt, Cherise encountered a bustling corridor.
There was Maeve, slumped on a bench with Charles nervously buzzing around like a concerned bee. And Tristan, head hung low with shoulders slumped, stood nearby. On the opposite side, Damien brooded like a raincloud, surrounded by some of the loyal servants of the Lenoir family.
In a corner, Wanda, the epitome of nonchalance, tapped away on her phone, probably indulging in some gossip with her friends.
As Cherise stepped in, Charles stood up. “Dr. Shaw… uh, I mean, Cherry!” he stammered with a nervous grin. “I’m so glad you made it. Can you… uh, talk some sense into Dame?”
Cherise furrowed her brows, her gaze sweeping the room. With a slow smile, she settled next to Damien, taking his cold hand in hers. “Charles, what exactly do you want me to convince Damien of?”
“Please… ask him to spare my father.” Tristan’s voice rasped from the shadows, filled with the weight of his request.
“I know this seems crazy, asking you for this…after everything.” He said while meeting Cherise’s gaze. His face bore the marks of time and desperation.
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