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.”

were too harsh with their

him tighter. “I understand.”

at home, Cherise locked herself in the study

was aware of the concern surrounding her and the impact her situation had

five–year–old son had engaged in a scuffle with his classmates due to the

she recognized the urgency to compile evidence proving her innocence

o’clock in the morning.

Cherise uploaded a document titled “Proof of Non–Plagiarized Data”

thesis

depicting surgical procedures and patients‘ recoveries.

the engaging and accessible style of Gwenn’s article, Cherise’s documentation appeared dense and

was uploaded overnight, the document failed to garner widespread attention due to

of stealing proof, claiming that she had

guard when she realized that Cherise had

she posted her comment, Cherise wasted no time responding, firm and unwavering. “If Ms. Weiss insists on

silence spoke volumes.

it? If not, I have the necessary documentation,”