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.

his smile undisturbed. “While Zac’s not dying, I understand Mr. Lenoir is principles. Since you’ve come to apologize, I

“However, I have a business proposal

at Miles Manor will ever breathe a word about Zac being injured saving your wife or any debt you owe us. I’ll even publicly declare that Zac’s injury was his

his lips. “So, Damien, thirty million seems like a fair price, but I’m always open

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

think you misunderstood, Mr. Miles. We came to apologize, but collaboration with Miles Group is off

smirk faltered. “No collaboration? Sure, we have an alternate plan for

chimed in. “Well then, Mr. Lenoir can simply transfer twenty million to our account. Same

clenched her fists, her voice trembling with anger. “So,

demanded money. We’re happy to accept whatever Mr. Lenoir decides to give us. I can personally collect