Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 321 Unrelenting Agony

Back then, there was a stark contrast between Mandy and Cherise. Little did she know, the elegant Mandy, oozing confidence and aloofness, had been meticulously molded to perfection. Little did anyone know, deep down, that a vulnerable little girl was residing within her. After all, she was merely nineteen years old.

As for Cherise, who was also nineteen, had her thoughts occupied with books and exams. day in and day out. However, the nineteen-year-old Mandy had already gone through the most excruciating pain.

“I won’t let that happen,” Cherise sighed deeply gently patting Mandy’s back. “My husband… your brother-in-law, he’s remarkable; he’s capable of anything. You need to trust us, alright?”

Mandy smiled softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She remained silent for a while before eventually locking eyes with Cherise. “I don’t believe in him-I believe in you.”

With those words, the young girl’s features underwent a sudden distortion. A sharp surge of pain washed over her, causing her to unconsciously convulse and grasp Cherise’s hand, unintentionally leaving it crimson.

“Cherry!” Jacob rapidly approached, but Mandy clamped down on Cherise’s hand, turning it bright red.

Her complexion paling from the pain, Cherise showed no inclination to withdraw her

hand.

If it hurt me this much, then Mandy must be experiencing something far worse.

Cherise had witnessed her grandmother suffer heart attacks, but it was never like this, never this agonizing.

She closed her eyes and, after a moment, fixed her gaze on Jacob. “Is our only option to plead with S to destroy that control terminal?”

Jacob furrowed his brow. “Not exactly. My team found that the chip controlling her was manufactured by the Tanner Family in Europe. Given their knowledge of chip production, they likely possess the means to deactivate it.”

“Dame has already established contact with the Tanner Family,” Jacob continued, “but….it seems they are unwilling to share the method of deactivating the chips.”

Cherise pressed her lips together. “What if Damien and I approach S?”

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sister, perhaps he

“No, you mustn’t…”

her agony, Mandy lifted her head and shook it in response to Cherise’s proposal. “Absolutely not…”

then pursed her lips, her heart aching watching Mandy’s distressed expression.

can to never

Mandy closed her eyes and left

floated hazily in her mind: “The fire that happened. thirteen years ago was actually related to the Shaws.

Mandy, her hands tangled in her hair, ruthlessly banging her head against the ground and walls. The sheer intensity of her suffering

pressure. Before encountering Mandy’s suffering, each time Damien spoke of his sister, his words. had been imbued with admiration, describing her as beautiful and gentle. Cherise had never fathomed that Damien’s sister, who had rushed back from abroad to celebrate

had genuinely endured profound pain and harbored hatred were at risk of psychological

Cherise’s mind, still vivid in

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The Tanner

ever meet Damien’s sister,” Mandy implored, her eyes brimming with desperation. “We have no conflicts, but just because I was

discern the unspoken words. It was highly likely that Maeve,

jokingly suggested that approaching Maeve and offering divorce from Damien. as a bargaining chip might lead to her agreeing to destroy the control terminal. Cherise had no doubts about the possibility, but she couldn’t take that path. She had made solemn vows during her marriage to Damien in front of Old Mr. Lenoir, promising that she would never

of action remained: seeking out the members of the

villa, Cherise found Damien sitting on the couch, engrossed in his laptop screen.

“Honey, what are you looking at?”

“Jacob should have told you. The chip responsible for controlling brainwaves

comprehension.

the invitation on the laptop screen. “They’ve invited

you closely acquainted

“Not particularly. But my European company has engaged in some business dealings with the Tanners. They’re likely aware

and bestowed a tender kiss upon her lips. “Should I bring you

me?”