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

word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a

She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred to Heather’s plight.

of her friendship with Cherise

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without involving my

“Is that so?”

“How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address

are clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda

no

more, accusing, “So you aspire

she

criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure.

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

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

left Heather

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

was she, a woman,

Cherise aside, causing her to lose

the ground, a pair of gentle hands

“Are you alright?”

soothing male voice reached her ears as

and respectful, showing no hint of