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

emphasized the word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a

understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred to

friendship with Cherise

“Yolanda.”

settle our affairs without involving

“Is that so?”

her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to

desire only Damien.”

left no room for misinterpretation.

more, accusing, “So you aspire to be

she admonished.

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

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand

of the blows left Heather dizzy

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

a woman, for Mr. Whitlock?

Cherise aside, causing her to lose her footing and stumble

for impact with the

“Are you alright?”

voice reached her ears as the stranger

respectful,