My Blind Husband

Very well.

Sebastian elegantly dabbed away the perspiration with a tissue, discarding it into the trash can before casually regarding the middle–aged man before him. “Keep in mind your responsibilities.”

“Of course, of course!” the middle–aged man replied with a reassuring smile.

With a smile, the middle–aged man pledged, “Mr. Weiss, rest assured, you can rely on me.”

“My son’s destiny lies within your decisions, so I’ll document precisely as you dictate on the DNA report,” he affirmed.

Sebastian smirked in response. “Then proceed as I’ve directed.”

“In the section designated for the father, inscribe my name,” he directed with clarity.

“And for the mother’s identification…”

He paused for effect. “Simply record the name of Damien’s wife, Cherise.”

Though Sebastian’s commands appeared straightforward, they landed like a bombshell upon the middle–aged man, igniting waves of apprehension. “This… this seems rather precarious, doesn’t it?”

How many in Adania were unaware of the profound love and unwavering support Damien, the esteemed CEO, harbored for his current wife?

Sebastian was exposed, Damien

a repercussion of Damien’s retaliation, served as a testament to the

Weiss family’s influence and status loomed large, casting a formidable shadow, yet

were to uncover any manipulation of the

man couldn’t fathom the repercussions he would

like a knife. “What’s troubling you, Mr. Danny Parker?

offers of securing a permanent European green card for your son or the

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already teetering on the brink of ruin. Even if Damien secks retribution,

hostility, but his anger won’t extend

remove you from the equation, your son would still lead a life of

dare

the threat implicit in his tone. “If you choose to disobey me, your

you must now decide: save yourself or witness the inevitable

Sebastian’s words cut through Danny like a knife, each syllable striking

weight of his decision. Finally,

agreement,” Sebastian affirmed with