Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595 She Doesn’t Deserve Your Kindness

“But the next day, I told her not to spread rumors everywhere. I had no idea she went to Lermille and… slandered Dr. Shaw before so many people.”

“Isaac, you’re a good man.”

The woman seated on the couch sighed softly. “What happened back then wasn’t your fault, yet you willingly take the blame for everything…”

“Cherise doesn’t deserve your kindness. Whether it was two years ago or now, she never admitted that she instructed you with that plan.”

“Ms. Lane.”

Isaac smiled, “This is not a matter of whether someone is deserving.”

“I am far inferior to Dr. Shaw in terms of medical skills and achievements.”

“If someone has to take the blame, I’ll step forward.”

After saying this, he sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ll find Jordyn and educate her properly.”

“Please reassure Dr. Shaw that what happened back then will not affect her work.”

Once Isaac finished speaking, the middle-aged woman seated on the couch sighed.

After a while, she took a stack of money from her bag and placed it on the coffee table. “I heard your mother’s illness has worsened.”

“I am lending this to you. You must pay me back later.”

“Thank you, Ms. Lane.””

Isaac was somewhat touched. “I’ll certainly repay you first once I have the money.”

“Sure.”

Martha sighed and rose to leave.

Damien waited for them to reach the door before finally opening the clinic’s glass door.

“Isaac, since you have a patient, you don’t need to see me off.”

Martha sighed and left.

Isaac stood at the door, watching her leave. After a moment, he turned to Damien and asked, “Sir, is something wrong?”

Isaac’s hand paused slightly.

He turned and glanced at Damien indifferently. “You came from Lermille? That was quick.”

“But I must correct you. The medical incident back then was my case alone. It had nothing to do with Dr. Shaw.”

Damien looked up and calmly observed Isaac’s face. The man wore a white coat and had a slender figure. There was no hint of gloom on his face.

He smiled at Damien. “Are you a journalist?”

Damien nodded. “You can say

that.”

“But I don’t think so.”

Isaac smiled calmly. His clear eyes swept over Damien’s stern face. “A journalist wouldn’t possess the demeanor you exude.”