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.”

to be associated with you.”

the word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a double entendre.

that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred to

Cherise that Heather

“Yolanda.”

her lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without

“Is that so?”

Mrs. Lenoir intend to address

clear. I desire

candor left no room for

you aspire

audacious!” she admonished.

the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap

Mr. Whitlock’s

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

blows left Heather

her to rush forward and

was she, a

to lose her footing and stumble backward-

for impact with the ground, a

“Are you alright?”

ears as the stranger lifted her.

movements were gentle and respectful, showing no hint of impropriety.