My Blind Husband

Cherise was dumbfounded. Walter’s words were like a slap in the face; his response was not what she had expected from a concerned father.

“Uncle Walter,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, “don’t you have any concern for your own son?”

Walter nonchalantly took a sip of his wine, his smile never faltering. “Concern? What’s there to be concerned about? Didn’t you all say he’d wake up eventually?”

Cherise’s anger simmered just below the surface. “Well, yes, we said that…”

“So, isn’t that settled then?” Parcia interjected quickly. “He’s not in any immediate danger, he’s not dying, he’ll wake up eventually, it’s no big deal.”

Cherise stared at them, speechless.

continued, his smile undisturbed. “While Zac’s not dying, I understand Mr. Lenoir is principles. Since

his glass. “However, I have a business proposal for Mr.

injured saving your wife or any debt you owe us. I’ll even publicly declare that Zac’s injury was his own fault and has nothing to do with

smirk tugging at his lips. “So, Damien, thirty million seems like a fair price, but I’m

coma. Yet, his own father sat there bargaining like it was just another business deal. The audacity of it all was

remained unwavering. “I think you misunderstood, Mr. Miles. We came to

“No collaboration? Sure, we have an alternate plan for your consideration,

“Well then, Mr. Lenoir can simply transfer twenty

voice trembling with anger. “So, you expect us to apologize

money. We’re happy to accept whatever Mr. Lenoir decides to give us. I can personally collect the money at your convenience, no