Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise found herself at a loss for words.

Unable to articulate her turmoil to the child, she simply nodded silently, bowing her head as she retched.

Outside the bathroom, Alexis leaned against the door, his expression fraught with concern. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he inquired softly.

“Mr. Lenoir.”

In the living room below, Sebastian sat with calculated composure, sipping the tea Frances had laid on the coffee table-his gaze, icy and unwavering, was fixated on Damien.

“It’s been a few days, Mr. Lenoir,” Sebastian remarked coolly. “How have you been?”

Damien’s lip curled in disdain as he regarded Sebastian. “Do you concern yourself with my well-being?”

“Perhaps you’re hoping I’ve been faring poorly,” he mused. “Isn’t it?”

With an indifferent yawn, Damien continued, “If you have something to say, speak it plainly. Otherwise, the Lenoir household does not need unwelcome guests.”

by the implied threat,

Lenoir, your manners leave much to be desired,”

gestured for her

in acknowledgment, handing Sebastian a small

the bottle delicately in hand, Sebastian placed it on the coffee table with a graceful flourish, his gaze unwaveringly cold as it fixed upon Damien. “Mr. Lenoir, allow me to

brow furrowed as he eyed the bottle on the table, though he made no move to

Sebastian affirmed, his

you doubt its efficacy, you are welcome to have the medicine tested,” he continued smoothly. “I understand Cherise’s friend Lucy has returned to Adania. She possesses expertise in pharmaceuticals. If you seek reassurance, she can examine the medicine to

suspicion, his expression guarded. “And are you being sincere in this offer?”

Sebastian replied, his smile serene.

imperative that we maintain an amicable relationship to ensure his

clearly taken aback by Sebastian’s claim. “Your son?” he echoed.

Alexis is my son,” Sebastian confirmed, his gaze steady as he met

a trace.

Sebastian’s words. “You are saying that Alexis is your son?” he challenged, his