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.”

be

imbuing her statement with

She understood that

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

“Yolanda.”

settle our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

Mrs. Lenoir

clear. I desire

no room

accusing, “So you aspire to be

she admonished.

criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure.

was Mr. Whitlock’s

Mr. Whitlock’s hand

blows left Heather dizzy and

rush forward and attempt to

a woman, for

her to lose

with the ground, a pair of gentle hands

“Are you alright?”

her ears as

respectful, showing