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.”

to be

her statement with

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

Cherise that Heather

“Yolanda.”

settle our affairs without involving my

“Is that so?”

gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this with me?”

desire only Damien.” Yolanda responded

no room for misinterpretation.

struggled once more, accusing, “So you aspire to be a mistress!”

audacious!” she

her composure. “Kenny, slap her for me.”

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding

left

forward and attempt

match was she, a woman, for

Cherise aside, causing her to lose her footing and stumble backward-

herself for impact with the ground, a

“Are you alright?”

her ears as the

were gentle and respectful, showing