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.”

be associated with you.”

imbuing her statement with a double

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

of her friendship with Cherise that Heather

“Yolanda.”

“Let’s settle our affairs without

“Is that so?”

“How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to

are clear. I desire only

left no

you aspire to be

audacious!” she

Yolanda maintained her composure.

Mr.

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

of the blows left Heather

heart ached, prompting her to rush forward

a

Cherise aside, causing her to lose

with the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught her.

“Are you alright?”

ears

were gentle and respectful,