Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 862 A Sudden Revelation

In truth, a pang of hunger gnawed at Cherise’s stomach.

The ordeal of last night’s car ride had sapped much of her energy.

She pressed her lips together and instructed, “Pop it in the fridge for me; I’ll eat it when I

return.”

With a concerned glance, Frances slipped two packets of hot milk into Cherise’s bag. fearing she might grow famished on her way.

Cherise sipped on the warm milk, exiting the manor while settling into Mr. Kolson’s car.

Thirty minutes later, the vehicle pulled up at the research institute.

Just as before, upon stepping out of the car at the institute’s entrance, Cherise noticed her colleagues‘ furtive glances and hushed murmurs.

The unresolved plagiarism issue cast a pall over her interactions.

These silent judgments weighed heavily on Cherise’s spirits.

She hastened towards Heather’s usual workspace, milk in hand.

Heather had mentioned earlier that Mr. Whitlock sought to speak with her, prompting Cherise to head straight for his office.

Cherise

barely registered the

the second one jolted her to

was Heather’s

flinging open the director’s

greeted her shook

clad in white, sat nearby, delicately

at Yolanda’s side, offering

1/3

shricks that had echoed earlier had been Heather’s cries

are

demeanor cracked

Yolanda deign to acknowledge her presence,

her wounds.”

Heather’s distress, unable to suppress

“Indeed,”

interjected eagerly, brandishing the ointment, “This is the special balm Ms. Weiss procured. It promises to heal wounds within a

“Precisely,”

ointment from Mr. Whitlock and dabbing it onto Heather’s punctured blisters with a cotton swab. “It’s better to endure brief discomfort

rupture eventually; it’s best to lance them now for quicker

she tended to Heather’s injuries, Yolanda turned her gaze towards Cherise, a hint of mockery and challenge dancing in

it’s not just about physical ailments…”