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

jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable”

her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in

“Yolanda.”

her lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

to Cherise. “How does Mrs.

are clear. I desire

no room for

accusing, “So you aspire to

audacious!” she admonished.

Yolanda maintained her composure.

was Mr. Whitlock’s

Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps to Heather’s

force of the blows left

forward and attempt to restrain

what match was she, a woman, for Mr.

aside, causing her to

for impact with the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught her.

“Are you alright?”

her ears as the stranger lifted her.

movements were gentle and respectful,