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 statement with

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

of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

lips. “Let’s settle our

“Is that so?”

does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with

desire only Damien.” Yolanda responded bluntly,

left no

“So you aspire to

she admonished.

by the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny,

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

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

blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

to rush forward and attempt to restrain Mr. Whitlock.

match was she, a woman, for Mr.

to lose her footing and stumble backward-

Cherise braced herself for impact with the ground, a pair of gentle

“Are you alright?”

ears as the stranger lifted her.

gentle and respectful, showing