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

emphasized the word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a double entendre.

understood that Yolanda’s

Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without

“Is that so?”

does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address

intentions are clear. I desire only

left no room

you aspire to be a mistress!”

audacious!” she admonished.

the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure.

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

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

blows left

forward and attempt to restrain

a woman, for Mr.

pushed Cherise aside, causing her to lose her

braced herself for impact with the

“Are you alright?”

voice reached her ears

were gentle and respectful, showing no hint