Marrying the Man in the Dark

“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.”

let’s not overlook how Mr. Weiss sustained his leg injury,” Damien

a chilling reminder, immediately shifting Yolanda’s

strained. “Damien, you need to check

his tone sharp. “Don’t think I’m ignorant of the actions taken by the Weiss

high and mighty, and

“You…”

Yolanda could finish her sentence, Sebastian

indulgent with me during my upbringing, and they may have spoiled my sister a bit too much, leading to her somewhat lacking behavior. I hope you

if you’d be so kind as to

heel and ascended the stairs,

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

her emotions roiling

is beyond

mentally retracing their steps to the parking area. Her frustration was evident as she

from his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the car