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

“regrettable,” imbuing her statement

her jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s

was because of her friendship with Cherise

“Yolanda.”

“Let’s settle our affairs without involving

“Is that so?”

to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with me?”

are clear. I desire

candor left no room for

once more, accusing, “So you

she

criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure.

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose,

of the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

rush forward and

was she, a woman, for

to lose her footing

the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught

“Are you alright?”

soothing male voice reached her ears as the stranger lifted

movements were gentle and respectful,