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.”

word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a

She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable”

was because of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in

“Yolanda.”

tightened her lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without involving

“Is that so?”

gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir

I desire only Damien.” Yolanda

candor left no room for

more, accusing, “So you aspire

audacious!” she admonished.

maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand

blows left

ached, prompting her to rush forward and attempt to

match was she, a woman, for

her to lose her footing and

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

“Are you alright?”

voice reached her ears as the

and respectful, showing no