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 you.”

the word “regrettable,” imbuing her

understood that Yolanda’s

because of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

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

desire only

left no room

accusing, “So you aspire to

audacious!” she admonished.

Yolanda maintained her

was Mr.

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

of the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily

prompting her to rush forward and

was she, a woman, for

Cherise aside, causing her to

braced herself for impact with the ground, a pair

“Are you alright?”

ears as

respectful, showing no hint of impropriety.