All Chapters of Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

People deal with different challenges in different ways. Some take immediate responsibility for their mistakes, feel remorse, and attempt to fix things. Others, stubborn and unwilling to acknowledge their faults, remain unbothered and expect others to simply move on. Watching the clients terminate contracts one after another, Diego Granger does nothing but sit silently in the chair of the Chairperson. His calm expression fails to mask the anxiety and fear of going bankrupt within weeks. Until now, he has managed to keep the company afloat. But the current situation offers no reprieve. Even old friends, for whom he has been there during their lowest moments, stop communicating with him. It feels as if the page has turned with no hope left. They have forgotten everything he has done for them. “Sir! Ten of our employees resign since we couldn’t pay their salaries for the last three months,” Diego’s assistant says calmly, placing a stack of resignation letters on the desk. Diego’s u

" Sis!" Alex knocks lightly on Brianna's door before entering the room. Brianna, who has been visiting her parents' house very often after Carol's stepdad ran away with the money, looks up at Alex, who is standing there with a helpless expression. "Aunt Carla is forcing Dad to take her in. Otherwise, she says she’ll let her kids go to foster care facilities!" Brianna sends her files to the HR department of her company and shuts her laptop. "She’s seriously doing that?" She clenches her jaw and looks at Alex. "Where is Dad?" "In the living room. Mom is begging him not to move them in. It’s already bad enough that Sam moved back in after being kicked out of his apartment. Now his kids are staying in my studio!" "Those pathetic losers! It’s all my parents’ fault—enabling their golden child, and now he doesn’t even have a job to support his own family. All pathetic!" "Young lady! What are you saying?" Brianna’s mother storms inside with one of her nephews and yells at her.

Mrs. Crawley adjusts her pearl necklace and leans closer to the mirror, giving herself a final glance before heading out. She has a movie date with her friends this afternoon, and, as always, she makes sure to flaunt her wealth. She wears her best outfit, a striking pearl necklace, and matching pearl earrings. Satisfied with her appearance, a small smile plays on her lips as she stands. However, her attention shifts to the reflection of her butler standing silently behind her. “Do you have something to say?” she asks, her tone calm as she adjusts her bangs in the mirror. The butler steps forward slightly and replies, his voice steady. “Master Damien has been away from the company for a week. He plans to return next week.” “Away from the company?” Mrs. Crawley turns to face him, her brows furrowing in thought. “Does your master know?” “I believe so,” the butler answers. A sly smile spreads across Mrs. Crawley’s face as she grabs her phone. “Is Harris home?” she asks while t

Mrs. Crawley freezes mid-step as her gaze falls on Mrs. Klein, who stands rigidly with her son, flanked by two stern-faced detectives. The air around them is heavy with tension. Mrs. Klein’s face is a mask of fury, her lips pressed into a thin line of anger and frustration. Her son, Louise Klein, leans unsteadily against her, swathed in bandages. His left eye is swollen shut, and his lower lip is grotesquely split, a dried trail of blood marking the aftermath of violence. The sight twists Mrs. Crawley’s stomach into knots. Her breath catches in her throat as guilt and dread claw their way up her chest. She can already oversee the future of their unbreakable friendship. Her years of sugarcoating and maintaining a good relationship with Klein family has finally come to its end. Before she can even steady herself to approach, the scene slams into her like a nightmare made real. Her son, Harris—her pride and her greatest frustration—had done this. And now, she’s forced to face the

Damien wakes up to the sensation of Carol’s warm breath against his chest. Her body is draped over him, her hair fanned out messily across his shoulder. A smile tugs at his lips as he wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly. Her presence feels like a balm to his soul. Content, he closes his eyes, savoring the moment, and drifts back to sleep. But his peace doesn’t last long. He stirs when he feels her fingers on his face, gently cupping it. Before he can fully comprehend, her teeth playfully nip at his bottom lip. Damien’s eyes flutter open, a chuckle escaping him as he sees Carol perched on his chest. She’s grinning mischievously, leaning down to nibble his lips again. She’s wild this morning, and Damien isn’t the least bit surprised. His hands slide to her waist, steadying her as he kisses her back, soft and slow. **Good morning, my queen,** he signs after breaking the kiss, gently brushing the tip of her nose with his finger. Carol giggles, stealing another quick kis