Semua Bab Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate: Bab 101 - Bab 110

"How was everything while I was gone?" Damien asks as they head home. Carol looks exhausted, and as soon as she gets into the car, she falls asleep. "Everything was alright! Your father handled most of the tasks and even tried to bribe me to replace me with someone else," James chuckles while driving. He’s picking them up from the airport. "What is that supposed to mean?" Damien asks, raising an eyebrow. "What I mean is, your father wants to bring his friend's daughter into your house to replace me in my position and replace Carol as your wife. I think you understand what I’m saying!" Damien chuckles, kissing Carol's hand. "He never changes—always chasing after my loyal subordinates. Now my wife!" James scoffs, but his expression turns serious as he glances at the rearview mirror. "Carol met Ian." Damien, who has been adjusting Carol’s head on his shoulder, freezes momentarily before looking at James. "Repeat what you just said," he demands, his voice icy. "Ian met Car

Sometimes walking away from what can turn into toxic is a wise decision. Whether you doubt it or not. Carol who has been depending on her own intelligence and hard work to live her life fullest, certainly knows that after every single incidents, her trust for Damien is hanging on a thin thread. One more discovery of his secret, the thread will collapse. Carol can stay with him, like she stayed with Troy. For Troy's all red flags, she puts her pink glasses on to blind herself. She accepted him as life partner. She accepted him as her new normal. But Damien is certainly staying in a different place in her heart. She loved him, she wanted him not because she could easily accept him. Because she wanted him as her Man from the depth of her heart. So, before she will entirely lose her love and trust in him, she will remove herself from the position. It may look like overreacting, dramatic or a lame movement. But she wants to protect the love she has for him. Carol sits next to Da

" Yes" Or " No!" Either way, he will lose her entirely just by one response. The Carol right in front of him isn't wearing a pink colored glass or a rose-colored either. She is testing him, she knows everything yet she wants to hear everything from him. Damien feels the cold sweat gathering around his brows and nose. His palm is sweating as well. He doesn't know what will happen if he says yes. What if she tries to run away? Will he be able to catch her before she tries it. He can't afford to lose her. Not even in the wildest dreams. He must be with her. His world, his solace, his happiness. She must be his forever. ** I don't like wasting time. Please respond!** She says, her expression bitter and disdainful. Muscles feather in his jaws, as he looks up at her. A chilled sensation crawls under his skin when his eyes meet her blank gaze. ** Yes.. You were!** He finally speaks, leaving her burst into tears immediately. She covers her face, trying to stop making a sound but

Carol stops by the roadside, staring at the messages she has sent. All of them are marked as delivered, but none have been read. Tears stream down her face as she breaks into sobs. She doesn’t want to leave him, but she feels powerless. She can’t remember much about her life, and now she’s the reason for his beloved woman’s death and for his injury. She can’t face him.She isn’t upset that he tried to confine her; she’s upset because he might be telling the truth. Maybe he really does love her. But how can she accept his love, knowing she caused someone he cherished to die? She’s fine with being a replacement, but won’t he always see her as the murderer of the woman he loved?She sobs, burying her face in her hands. He hasn’t read her messages. It seems he has given up for good.She doesn’t know how long she has been crying when her phone vibrates. Hoping it’s from Damien, she wishes for once he’d say goodbye with a smile. But her eyebrows rise in surprise when she sees the sender's n

Carol stands by Damien's hospital bed, her fingers gently wiping his hands with a damp cloth. The rhythmic beeping of the machines fills the room. It has become a constant reminder that life still clings to him. The nurse has just finished redressing his wounds, the scent of antiseptics hanging in the sterile air. It's been three days since the accident, and since then, she has made it her mission to be here, taking all the responsibilities, from the company to the hospital. Damien’s face is pale, almost unnaturally so, framed by the stark white bandages wrapped around his head. His chest rises and falls steadily, but the stillness of his body is unnerving. The doctors have said his condition is serious — a head injury that could have gone far worse — but they remain cautiously optimistic. Carol clings to their optimism like a fragile thread, afraid that letting go of hope would cause everything to shatter. Although at first they said it wasn't that life-threatening now it appeared