Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“If Mr. Weiss believes that our Lenoir family is responsible for the disappearance of your son due to these unfortunate events, it would be a grave transgression,” Damien declared solemnly.

“I am committed to investigating the matter surrounding your son to ensure justice for our Lenoir family. If there is nothing else, Mr. Weiss.and Ms. Weiss, I must ask you to take your leave.”

“Since you both were here, my wife refuses even to come downstairs,” Damien stated, his words laden with a hint of reproach.

His words left no room for misinterpretation. If his earlier remarks were a subtle suggestion for Sebastian and Yolanda to depart if unnecessary, this statement was a direct order for them to do so!

Yolanda’s complexion drained of color, her sheltered upbringing ill-preparing her for such humiliation.

When had she, accustomed to a life of pampering and sheltering since childhood, ever experienced such humiliation?

Inhaling deeply, Yolanda leveled a frosty stare at Damien. “Mr. Lenoir, my brother and I arrived with genuine intentions to provide medicine for Mrs. Lenoir,” she declared calmly. “Isn’t your behavior a tad uncalled for?”

Damien’s smile remained, though there was a glint of steel in his gaze. “My behavior?” he echoed. “I believe I’ve been quite civil.”

As his words trailed off, a cadre of black-clad bodyguards materialized, sealing off the living room save, for the exit. The atmosphere grew tense, charged with an unspoken threat.

“The individual who harmed my wife is within these walls,” Damien continued, his tone measured but resolute. “Engaging in civil discourse is already a challenge under these circumstances. Please do not expect more. No one here is a saint.”

overlook how Mr. Weiss sustained his leg

injury served as a

teeth, her voice strained. “Damien, you need to check

sharp. “Don’t think I’m

and yet expect me to greet you

“You…”

her sentence, Sebastian intervened with

much, leading to her somewhat lacking behavior. I hope you can forgive her shortcomings,” Sebastian remarked with

you’d be

turned on his heel and ascended the stairs, leaving a palpable tension lingering

departed, Mr. Hampson shot Yolanda a smug smirk. “Ms. Weiss, you brought your brother in,” he remarked dryly. “I trust you can see him out

her emotions roiling within her.

beyond frustrating!”

mentally retracing their steps to the parking area. Her frustration was evident as she muttered, “Damien truly

him?” Sebastian retorted dryly from his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the car with all four tires