My Blind Husband

“May… may I stay?” Ursula echoed behind her, her voice fragile with hope and sadness.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ursula’s cries, though muffled by the walls, had reached Sarah’s ears. She saw the tear-streaked face and heard the frail voice of Rowena. Sarah’s impression of Ursula wasn’t favorable, but the girl in the wheelchair tugged at her heartstrings. Compassion stirred within her.

Biting her lip. Sarah tugged at Cherise’s sleeve and said, “She seems pitiful. Why don’t we let them stay for dinner? We have plenty of food; it’s no big deal.”

Cherise pondered for a moment. Knowing Sarah’s kindness and the time it would take to explain, Cherise agreed to let them stay and observe their actions further. However, she didn’t feel like continuing the conversation.

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cheerfully walked out of

kitchen, “Girls, Cherry agrees! Let’s have dinner at home tonight! The more, the merrier, wouldn’t you

Ma’am,” Rowena replied gently. “We can’t just eat and do nothing. Can Lula help? She may be clumsy, but she can assist with peeling potatoes

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stood in the kitchen, listening to Sarah’s voice, a smile on her lips. Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood in Shaw’s village, where Sarah had always been kind

impression had led Cherise to believe the world was kind. Sometimes, she envied Sarah, who,

came to her senses and found Ursula beside her at the sink, clumsily peeling potatoes. After watching for a moment, Ursula finally noticed Cherise’s gaze and blurted out, “What are you looking at?”