My Blind Husband

“It’s not due to my experience,”

Yolanda calmly asserted, “but rather, the inevitable decay that awaits anything left unattended.”

“Even if it’s not me, there will be someone else.”

With these words, she lowered her head and tenderly patted Heather’s face, feigning compassion. “Don’t you agree?”

Heather was in such agony that she could barely speak.

The pain clouded her comprehension of Yolanda’s conversation with Cherise.

So when Yolanda sought confirmation, and Heather emitted a low, hoarse “Mm,” it was more a reflex than a conscious response.

“You see, even your friend acknowledges it.”

Yolanda chuckled softly, squeezing the cotton swab as she applied the medicine to Heather’s wounds.

“Ah-!”

Heather cried out in agony.

“But one must exercise caution in choosing companions.”

Yolanda glanced at Mr. Whitlock, who promptly moved to restrain Heather’s flailing arm.

“Better treatment options are available, yet Mrs. Lenoir recommended futile remedies for your friend.”

be associated with

word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a

jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable”

of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without involving

“Is that so?”

gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with me?”

clear. I desire

no room

you aspire

audacious!” she

maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her

was Mr. Whitlock’s

soon as Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps

the blows left

prompting her to rush forward and attempt to

she, a woman, for

her to lose her footing and stumble

braced herself for impact with the ground, a

“Are you alright?”

male voice reached her ears as the stranger lifted her.

movements were gentle and respectful,