My Blind Husband

Yolanda struggled to comprehend. “You intend to employ such a young child to settle scores with Damien and Lennon? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

“You’re being overly vocal,” Sebastian retorted curtly, his eyes flickering open to fix on her.

“Don’t let the old man catch wind of my plans to adopt a child,” he warned, his tone sharp with urgency.

“Don’t fret,” Yolanda replied, her lips pursed tightly. “Dad pays little heed to your affairs. If he doesn’t inquire, I won’t disclose anything.”

To Yolanda, her words might have seemed innocuous statements of fact.

Yet to Sebastian, each one pierced like a dagger, stirring unease within him.

His gaze turned cold as he regarded Yolanda. “What exactly is the old man up to in Adania these days?” he inquired, his voice tinged with suspicion.

“He mentioned reconnecting with old acquaintances and conducting some business on the side,” Yolanda replied with a nonchalant shrug. “You know I have no interest in his affairs.”

At two o’clock in the afternoon, as Cherise and Damien sat discussing plans to enroll Alexis in kindergarten after finishing their meal, a sudden intrusion disrupted their tranquility. Mr. Hampson, their household staff, burst in with urgency written all over his face.

Mr. Weiss has arrived,” he

surprise. “Sebastian?” she

could possibly bring

Alexis’s situation,” Damien

Cherise, instructing her to tend to Alexis upstairs.

her concern evident

Cherise’s mind, clouded by amnesia, Sebastian loomed as a formidable villain

her shoulder a reassuring pat before settling

guided by Mr. Hampson, Yolanda wheeled Sebastian, seated in a wheelchair, into the

him?” Alexis whispered

unfolded downstairs, Alexis lay on the second-floor carpet, peering through the railing at Sebastian and Yolanda below. A sense of unease gnawed at him, prompting him to voice his

as her breath quickened. “I…I’m starting

or glimpses of his photograph elicited only

his presence in the flesh, seated in a wheelchair with a smug smile adorning his features,