Ashlyn's POV
Seeing the bruises on his back, my chest tightened with guilt. As I applied the ointment, I whispered, “I’m so sorry. I saw that woman coming to you, and I… I just couldn’t think straight.”
He nodded silently, his face unreadable. The quiet between us stretched, heavy with unspoken words.
After a moment, I hesitated before asking, “You’re not sending her away, are you?”
I didn't get any response.
I said further, “I know what she is doing is not right. But I also know sending her away wouldn't solve problems. Instead, she would feel more bitter inside. If you don't send her away, we can figure things out.”
“Ah!” he flinched as I accidentally pressed too hard.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, pulling back my hand in panic. “I didn’t mean to–”
He still didn’t say a w
