Semua Bab Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

** Are you going somewhere? Carol!** Jay who has been avoiding her since Lucy stole her necklace, looks worried when she comes out of her room. Carol looks surprised since everyone has pretty much avoided her like a plague every time she asks about Damien. So Jay approaching gives her goosebumps. She nods her head, clenching her purse. She wants to get some fresh air and enjoy the afternoon in her recent favorite café. Thanks to the medicine, she can walk. It hasn't fully recovered but she wants to get out of this eerily huge mansion. ** Please let us know if anything happens. We didn't know that you got hurt. So, if something happens, call us!** Carol narrows her eyes, a pang of sadness washing over her heart. They didn't know? She was fucking here all the time after her cousins brought her here. She shrugs, nodding her head. In this house, she is the wife of their Master as long as he is here or he wants to. So she can't help anything about it. After coming to the c

Here's a polished version of your text:---Everyone at the company has been eagerly awaiting Carol’s arrival at the office. The party started long ago, and although she’s the star of the day, nobody wants to ask her to come, hoping to keep it a surprise.“Boss, how long will it take for her to get here?” one of the employees asks Damien, who’s also attending the party.Damien himself is puzzled. The party began sharply at 8 a.m., and Carol left the house before 7, right after breakfast. He assumed she’d already arrived, but she’s nowhere to be found.“James, try to find out why she hasn’t arrived yet,” Damien says calmly, though the deep frown on his face shows he’s not pleased.James nods and steps away to a quiet spot to message Carol. But his attention is drawn to Tracy, the temporary assistant helping Carol with her training.“Good morning, Mr. James!” Tracy, an HR team member who’s been assisting Carol, smiles and heads toward her office.“Good morning. Aren’t you attending the

Carol leans over the railing, watching as night deepens into the beauty of the world. Her breathing is slow, her eyes resting in the sky. Despite everything she’s been handling, she feels at ease, almost perfect.Life has given her many experiences, and now, nothing seems to tire her. She’s learned to control herself, her feelings, and her emotions. Sickness, sadness, happiness, exhaustion—they’re all like old friends to her now. She’s fine with her life as it is.On this calm night, without expectations or hope, Carol stands there, enjoying the moment. But her peaceful reverie is interrupted as her eyes shift to the balcony below. She thought the room underneath the lobby was a guest room, yet there sits Damien in his wheelchair, staring up at her. She flinches, instinctively straightening up.She shakes her head, thinking she must have imagined it, but when she looks again, their eyes meet. Damien’s expression is unreadable, though she catches a flicker of some uncertain emotion tha

The rest of the day, she spends in a daze and hesitation. What will happen if she asks Damien who brought her to the room? It's an innocent question, right? She can ask about it. But once again, what if he inquires about it? Did she do something wrong? Isn’t it like a drunken mistake? She isn’t even sure if she kissed him or not. Who was it? The footsteps were unfamiliar.She should have woken up immediately. She sighs frustratedly.While lost in her thoughts, Carol keeps herself busy with everything—her medical treatment, handling the police for Ashley and Troy's trespassing and destruction of her property. She has no time to enjoy the weekend with Damien.But one thing surprises her. How it doesn’t matter to Damien—the distance between them. Maybe she’s the one who changed her expectations. Isn’t it supposed to be none of her business if Damien talks to her or not?He has made it clear she doesn’t hold any place in his life. However, in the last few weeks, Damien has been active in

**You betrayed me?** Carol’s hands tremble as she signs the words, her gaze locked onto Damien. He looks… different now, like someone she barely recognizes. The man she once trusted feels like a stranger before her eyes. The silence between them is heavy, suffocating. Carol waits, heart pounding, as his cold expression pierces her. She feels the regret beginning to gnaw at her heart. Finally, she lets the question she’s been dreading slip out, her fingers moving hesitantly, signing, **How long have you known me? Did… did you know me before our wedding?** Damien's jaw tightens. His eyes shift to the floor, avoiding hers. Carol’s heart sinks deeper, and it’s as if the floor beneath her is crumbling away. **So, it’s true…** she signs, heartbroken. This isn’t a misunderstanding. Those people were telling her the truth. He knew her before the wedding! Every cherished memory, every quiet, shared moment—it all feels like a lie, unraveling thread by thread. She steps back, clutching her