Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“It’s not due to my experience,”

Yolanda calmly asserted, “but rather, the inevitable decay that awaits anything left unattended.”

“Even if it’s not me, there will be someone else.”

With these words, she lowered her head and tenderly patted Heather’s face, feigning compassion. “Don’t you agree?”

Heather was in such agony that she could barely speak.

The pain clouded her comprehension of Yolanda’s conversation with Cherise.

So when Yolanda sought confirmation, and Heather emitted a low, hoarse “Mm,” it was more a reflex than a conscious response.

“You see, even your friend acknowledges it.”

Yolanda chuckled softly, squeezing the cotton swab as she applied the medicine to Heather’s wounds.

“Ah-!”

Heather cried out in agony.

“But one must exercise caution in choosing companions.”

Yolanda glanced at Mr. Whitlock, who promptly moved to restrain Heather’s flailing arm.

“Better treatment options are available, yet Mrs. Lenoir recommended futile remedies for your friend.”

regrettable to be associated

“regrettable,” imbuing her statement with

clenched her jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred to

because of her friendship with Cherise

“Yolanda.”

lips. “Let’s settle our

“Is that so?”

raised her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs.

are clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda

left no

once more, accusing, “So you aspire to be a

audacious!” she admonished.

Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap

Mr.

as Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps to Heather’s face.

force of the blows left Heather dizzy and

rush forward and attempt to restrain Mr. Whitlock.

match was she, a woman, for Mr. Whitlock?

aside, causing her to

Cherise braced herself for impact with the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught

“Are you alright?”

soothing male voice reached her ears as the stranger lifted

were gentle and respectful,