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 you.”

her

understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred

because of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

settle our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this

clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda

candor left no room

accusing, “So you aspire to

audacious!” she admonished.

maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap

was Mr.

soon as Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand

force of the blows left Heather dizzy and

ached, prompting her to rush forward and attempt to restrain Mr.

a woman, for

pushed Cherise aside, causing her to lose her footing

the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught

“Are you alright?”

male voice reached her ears as the stranger

and respectful, showing