Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 423 Maeve’s Vengeful Return

Old Mr. Lenoir let out a deep sigh and then commanded Greg, “Gather everyone back.”

Greg turned around and headed back to the living room. “Please come inside, everyone.”

Twenty minutes later, the members of the Lenoir family arrived.

Tristan’s jaw dropped as he stared in shock at the woman before him; her face was so contorted it barely resembled a human. “What… What is this?”

“A monster!”

“She scared the life out of me!”

“Is that so?”

Maeve chuckled softly, wheeling her wheelchair and deliberately spinning it a couple of times in front of Tristan. “I remember when we were kids, you used to enjoy playing with me, cousin.”

Tristan was so shocked that he nearly fell to the ground.

“You… you’re Maeve?” he stammered.

“Yes,”

The woman replied indifferently, stopping beside the sofa and glancing at Cherise’s pale face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Tristan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You… you’re alive?” he gasped.

“What? My beloved cousin isn’t happy that I’m alive?”

said with a faint smile. “Well,

seem too happy that I’m still alive,” Maeve said icily.

that all of the Lenoir wealth belongs exclusively to the Lenoir

brother, nor my parents can compete with you

next to her and rolled her eyes contemptuously. “Maeve, considering the state of your throat, perhaps it’s wise to

might be terrifying, but at least your voice still works.”

lose the ability to speak in the

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derisively.

“Aunt Wanda worries

die, I won’t lose my speaking

Lenoir’s frown deepened upon hearing the

enough!” Old Mr. Lenoir bellowed.

resounding thud. “We haven’t seen each

we meet, it turns into an

you should know I never wanted to see her in the first

Maeve sniggered coldly.

rolled her eyes. “I second that!”

the two women argued vehemently, Damien sat gently beside Cherise, delicately applying a medicinal solution to the swollen red marks on

“That’s enough.”

that Lennon had given him via Greg. “Play this,” he ordered.

Greg nodded.

television screen in front of them lit up, displaying the earlier scene in the courtyard where Tristan had ruthlessly slapped Cherise three times.

even came close to

words alone could provide a solution to the problems

pale as the recorded footage played, and slow

gritted his teeth and glared hotly