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 with you.”

emphasized the word “regrettable,” imbuing her

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

with Cherise that Heather found

“Yolanda.”

her lips. “Let’s settle our

“Is that so?”

Mrs.

intentions are clear. I desire

no room for

once more, accusing, “So you

audacious!” she admonished.

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

was Mr.

Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding

the blows left Heather

forward

was she, a woman, for

Cherise aside, causing her to

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

“Are you alright?”

soothing male voice reached her ears

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