Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“The Lenoirs are here?” Cherise’s eyebrows shot up like startled sparrows.

With no time to ponder, she followed Syatt like a shadow.

Zooming past the wards, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Lyra, her eyes swollen, emerging from one. Cherise didn’t give it much thought; after all, this girl was overly dramatic, shedding tears over the most trivial things.

Entering Raymond’s ward alongside Syatt, Cherise encountered a bustling corridor.

There was Maeve, slumped on a bench with Charles nervously buzzing around like a concerned bee. And Tristan, head hung low with shoulders slumped, stood nearby. On the opposite side, Damien brooded like a raincloud, surrounded by some of the loyal servants of the Lenoir family.

epitome of nonchalance, tapped away on her phone,

he stammered with a nervous grin. “I’m so glad you made it. Can you… uh, talk

sweeping the room. With a slow smile, she settled next to Damien, taking his cold hand in

from the shadows, filled with the weight

know this seems crazy, asking you for this…after everything.” He said while

only remaining eye held a glimmer of vulnerability. “Cherry, you should understand where I’m coming from. Raymond Lenoir is my dad. I know he messed up and deserves some punishment. I promise that once I bring him back to Adania, I’ll uncover all his illegal activities and send him to jail. Just… can you let

burning with a quiet fire. “You might not know this, but for the past five years, Damien has been consumed by finding you, leaving the company on the brink of collapse. I took charge, kept things running, and never asked for a fancy title or a hefty paycheck. I simply put in the hours, day after day. I might not be an outstanding performer; perhaps I stumbled a bit, but no one can say I didn’t give it my all. I’m ready to keep working for Damien until I retire, until my last breath… I just hope you and Damien would be willing to spare my father’s

face. Her mind grappled