My Blind Husband

Cherise found herself at a loss for words.

Unable to articulate her turmoil to the child, she simply nodded silently, bowing her head as she retched.

Outside the bathroom, Alexis leaned against the door, his expression fraught with concern. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he inquired softly.

“Mr. Lenoir.”

In the living room below, Sebastian sat with calculated composure, sipping the tea Frances had laid on the coffee table-his gaze, icy and unwavering, was fixated on Damien.

“It’s been a few days, Mr. Lenoir,” Sebastian remarked coolly. “How have you been?”

Damien’s lip curled in disdain as he regarded Sebastian. “Do you concern yourself with my well-being?”

“Perhaps you’re hoping I’ve been faring poorly,” he mused. “Isn’t it?”

With an indifferent yawn, Damien continued, “If you have something to say, speak it plainly. Otherwise, the Lenoir household does not need unwelcome guests.”

implied threat, Sebastian maintained his

manners leave much to be desired,” he remarked mildly.

he gestured for her to proceed. “Bring it forth.”

nodded in acknowledgment, handing Sebastian a

graceful flourish, his gaze unwaveringly cold as it fixed upon Damien. “Mr. Lenoir, allow me to present to you the antidote for the poison afflicting Cherise,” he announced calmly,

he eyed the bottle on the table, though he made no move to touch

antidotal,” Sebastian affirmed,

understand Cherise’s friend Lucy has returned to Adania. She possesses expertise in pharmaceuticals. If you seek reassurance, she can examine the medicine to ensure its safety before administering it

expression guarded. “And are you being sincere in

his smile

that we maintain

an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Sebastian’s claim.

Alexis is my son,” Sebastian confirmed, his gaze

him from the orphanage, only for him to vanish without a trace.

skepticism was palpable as he scrutinized Sebastian’s words. “You are saying that Alexis is your son?” he challenged, his