My Blind Husband

Chapter 423 Maeve’s Vengeful Return

Old Mr. Lenoir let out a deep sigh and then commanded Greg, “Gather everyone back.”

Greg turned around and headed back to the living room. “Please come inside, everyone.”

Twenty minutes later, the members of the Lenoir family arrived.

Tristan’s jaw dropped as he stared in shock at the woman before him; her face was so contorted it barely resembled a human. “What… What is this?”

“A monster!”

“She scared the life out of me!”

“Is that so?”

Maeve chuckled softly, wheeling her wheelchair and deliberately spinning it a couple of times in front of Tristan. “I remember when we were kids, you used to enjoy playing with me, cousin.”

Tristan was so shocked that he nearly fell to the ground.

“You… you’re Maeve?” he stammered.

“Yes,”

The woman replied indifferently, stopping beside the sofa and glancing at Cherise’s pale face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Tristan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You… you’re alive?” he gasped.

cousin isn’t happy

said with a faint smile. “Well, I

that I’m still alive,” Maeve

that all of the Lenoir wealth belongs exclusively

my parents can compete with

to her and rolled her eyes contemptuously. “Maeve, considering the state of your throat, perhaps it’s wise to keep your words

might be terrifying, but at least your voice still

babbling, and I’m afraid you’ll lose the ability to speak in the

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derisively.

“Aunt Wanda worries too

you die, I won’t

deepened upon hearing the biting, cold

Old Mr.

resounding thud. “We haven’t

meet, it turns into an argument! Every single

wanted to see her in the first

Maeve sniggered coldly.

rolled her eyes. “I second

two women argued vehemently, Damien sat gently beside Cherise, delicately applying a medicinal solution to the swollen red marks

“That’s enough.”

that Lennon had given him via

Greg nodded.

screen in front of them lit up, displaying the earlier scene in the courtyard where

even came close to stripping her dress

solution to the problems the Shaw Group was currently

as the recorded footage played, and slow fury consumed