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

“regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a double

her jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s

friendship with Cherise that Heather

“Yolanda.”

“Let’s settle our affairs without

“Is that so?”

to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir

are clear. I desire only Damien.”

candor left no room for

once more, accusing, “So you aspire to be a

audacious!” she

criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her for

was Mr. Whitlock’s

Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding

force of the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

heart ached, prompting her to rush forward and attempt

was she, a woman, for Mr.

to lose

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

“Are you alright?”

male voice reached her ears as

gentle and respectful, showing