My Blind Husband

“If the Miles family insists on her attending this wedding, I will promptly escort the bride and our family away.” He turned to Damien, “Damien, is the private jet that brought us here still available?”

“Of course. Cherise’s family is my family.” Damien offered Lambert a kind smile while hugging Cherise. “Feel free to use it. You can even have it if you want.”

Lambert smiled lightly before turning to glare at the Miles family’s servant. “What are you waiting for?”

Upon seeing his stern demeanor, the servant hastily scurried off.

Beckham initially intended to mediate, but Lambert’s actions left him looking grim. He restrained his anger and turned to Priscilla. “Pris, we’re family. Isn’t this excessive?”

a frosty smile. “Instead of claiming to be part of the same

look at what your daughter is wearing? How is it different from lingerie?” Priscilla turned and sat down. “No, that’s not right. I’ve

using my daughter’s wedding as a platform to flaunt her body and entice men? She claims she’s not in the wrong and has a strong personal style. She also called us commoners. Is that also our

all the Miles family’s friends are like this, I refuse to let my daughter marry

these words viciously and turned to leave.

indifferently. “I assumed you would attend the wedding and gather some material to write a news article for SumTimes.” He sighed lightly. “Journalists these days are so

a moment, she gritted her teeth and glared at Damien. “Even if I don’t write an article, the editor-in-chief can’t do anything. Who do you think