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.”

regrettable to be associated with you.”

emphasized the word “regrettable,” imbuing her

understood that

of her friendship with Cherise that Heather

“Yolanda.”

tightened her lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

raised her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs.

clear. I desire only

no room

accusing, “So you aspire to be a mistress!”

audacious!” she admonished.

her

Mr.

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

of the blows left Heather dizzy and

prompting her to rush forward and

was she, a woman, for Mr.

pushed Cherise aside, causing her to

herself for impact with the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught her.

“Are you alright?”

her ears

movements were gentle and respectful, showing no hint