Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 701 Unveiling The Truth

“Damien is quite a catch, isn’t he? He was the heir to the Lenoir empire, with seemingly endless wealth and power at his disposal. If I were in your sister’s shoes, I wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away either. Marriage certainly seems like the most logical course of action, wouldn’t you agree?”

Cherise’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile sent a chilling vibe, causing Ursula to instinctively

recoil.

Ursula stammered, her face turning crimson, and retorted, “You… what nonsense is this?! Weena is not the woman you claim her to be; she’s definitely not some gold-digging opportunist! When she rescued Damien, she had no knowledge of his wealth or position. If it weren’t for his public plea to find the girl who saved him, she would have never sought any recognition or compensation!”

Ursula paused before declaring indignantly, her voice filled with righteous anger, “And who are you to accuse my sister with such audacity? Three years ago, Damien was trapped in a fire. My sister, Weena, bravely risked her own life to save him. Her feet were severely burned in the process, and she still struggles to walk today. This is a debt Damien undeniably owes her!”

her sister. However, this time, its impact on Cherise was far more profound than intended. While Cherise was aware that Rowena had saved

of affection for Damien. She had entrusted Zachary with keeping her informed about his life. From his reports, Cherise understood that the only major incident involving Damien was the fire three years

been rescued from the flames, only to become a painful reminder of their

the potential danger. It was only after Damien’s ambulance had departed that she realized the severity of the burns on her

guarded for years, for in the eyes of the world, Damien was her enemy. But only Cherise knew that

hidden corners of her study lay a metal scrapbook, its weathered

quietest hours of the night, when sleep eluded her, Cherise would reach for it. It was a portal to a

her hometown, flipping through her photo albums and diaries, trying to etch every smile and moment of hers in his mind and heart. And she, in turn, found solace in those scrapbooks, clinging to the

its smugness unmistakable in her remark, “Humph! Are you mesmerized?