My Blind Husband

Standing by the window, Sebastian observed Damien gallantly open the car door for Cherise. “He’s quite an intriguing adversary.”

“I’ve already arranged for Mr. Hampson to take Sera back home,”

Damien remarked casually during the drive. “If a situation like this arises again, I’ll handle it.”

Cherise, holding Soren tightly, expressed her concern. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I thought you were busy.”

“I didn’t anticipate the kindergarten teacher calling you as well,”

Damien responded with a faint smile in his obsidian–like eyes. “Indeed.”

“From now on, I’ll take care of these matters.”

“You should gather the evidence that proves you didn’t plagiarize.”

“After proving your innocence, Soren won’t get into fights with his classmates anymore,” Damien assured.

Resting in Cherise’s embrace. Soren said, “Actually, I don’t want to fight.”

too harsh with their

hugged him tighter.

home, Cherise locked herself in the study until

surrounding her and the impact her situation had on

had engaged in a scuffle with

she recognized the urgency to compile evidence proving

three o’clock in the

titled “Proof of Non–Plagiarized Data”

of her thesis and the

photographs depicting surgical procedures and

article, Cherise’s documentation appeared dense and technical, making

the document failed to garner widespread attention due to its complexity, limiting its

the internet to accuse Cherise of stealing proof,

caught off guard when she realized that Cherise had not slept

Cherise wasted no time responding, firm and unwavering. “If Ms. Weiss insists on your claim regarding the surgery five years ago, please provide a surgical confirmation

silence spoke volumes.

it? If not, I have the