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 associated with you.”

her statement with a

jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred

Cherise that Heather

“Yolanda.”

“Let’s settle our affairs without involving

“Is that so?”

raised her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address

clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda responded bluntly,

no room for

more, accusing, “So you aspire to be a

she admonished.

the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her for me.”

Mr. Whitlock’s name.

gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps to

of the blows left Heather

ached, prompting her to rush forward and attempt to

match was she, a woman, for Mr. Whitlock?

to lose her

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

“Are you alright?”

voice reached her ears as the stranger

movements were gentle and respectful, showing no