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.”

“regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a double

jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s

because of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found

“Yolanda.”

lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without

“Is that so?”

Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with me?”

desire

left no

“So you aspire to be

audacious!” she admonished.

maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her for

Mr. Whitlock’s name.

Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding

force of the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

her to rush forward and attempt to

match was she, a

to lose her

with the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught

“Are you alright?”

ears as the stranger lifted her.

were gentle and respectful, showing no hint of impropriety.