My Blind Husband

“If you work here… Do we have our own home? Where is it?”

“Mrs. Lenoir, this is your home!” Frances heard it when she turned around after chatting with Mr. Hampson. “Mrs. Lenoir, you slept late last night and woke up early this morning. You must be hungry, right?” She wiped her hands on her apron and approached Cherise enthusiastically. “What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you!”

“Mr. Lenoir, you haven’t eaten either, right?” Frances overlooked Cherise and Damien’s strange expressions and continued speaking cordially. “Wait a moment. I’ll make breakfast for you!” After that, Frances hurried into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Mr. Hampson also approached. “Mr. Lenoir, the Weiss family sent people over. They said they want to talk to you in person.” Damien cleared his throat as Cherise looked at him in shock and confusion. “Um, I don’t want to see them. You can go downstairs first.” Mr. Hampson wanted to say something but turned skeptically and left after seeing Damien’s expression.

did they mean?” Damien struggled to gather

me.” Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. “You deceived me.” She looked at him, aggrieved, like a wounded animal. “You said they’re the

said they were the masters of the house. That was your speculation.” Cherise frowned. “My

never

“You liar!” She stopped after a few steps because she saw an adorable yet confused little girl in a pink sweater.

at Cherise. “Mommy, you’re awake.” Cherise stood frozen in place. She stared blankly at the child before her. “You called me… ‘Mommy”?” Serafina beamed at her. “Yes.”