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

her

jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable”

because of her friendship with Cherise

“Yolanda.”

lips. “Let’s settle our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with

I desire only Damien.”

left no

you aspire

audacious!” she admonished.

by the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure.

Mr. Whitlock’s name.

gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose,

blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily

prompting her to rush forward and attempt to

match was she, a

aside, causing her to

Cherise braced herself for impact with the

“Are you alright?”

her ears as the stranger lifted her.

gentle and respectful, showing