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.”

to be

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

her jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred

with Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

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

intentions are clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda

no room

once more, accusing, “So you

she admonished.

maintained her composure.

Mr.

command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps to Heather’s

left Heather dizzy and momentarily

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

a woman,

to lose her footing and stumble

herself for impact with the ground,

“Are you alright?”

ears

and respectful, showing