Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 980 Connection

Frances furrowed her brow, pondering for a moment. “There are several instances…” she began.

“Such as?” Cherise prompted eagerly.

“For example, Mr. Lenoir once had a disagreement with his family because of you,” Frances revealed.

Cherise’s eyes widened. “A disagreement with his family? With whom? Why?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Just as Frances was about to respond, a discreet cough from the servant nearby interrupted the conversation.

Frances interpreted the subtle hint and offered a faint smile. “You’ll need to address that matter with Mr. Lenoir directly,” she advised.

“We’re merely servants; it’s not our place to reveal too many details,” Frances added, maintaining a sense of propriety.

“I’d rather not find myself in a situation like June’s,” she concluded with a note of caution.

Cherise nodded, mindful of the cautionary tale of June. She restrained herself from pressing further, sighing softly as she settled back onto the sofa, idly watching a drama unfold before her.

Her mind was preoccupied throughout the morning.

Damien was engrossed in his duties, Mr. Hampson had his own affairs to attend to, and Frances was undoubtedly busy as well.

in the household

and Alexis had their commitments at kindergarten.

Cherise found herself with nothing to occupy her time.

losing her memory, she had also lost the ability to lead an

trapped in a cage, devoid of freedom,

her attention–a poignant reunion between the female lead and

I should have had

Chapter 980 Connection

sudden longing, she reached for her phone and dialed the number saved under “Mom.”

man’s voice answered, young and warm.

you manage to

hesitated, unsure how to respond to the unexpected voice on

of uncertainty, she tentatively continued, “I noticed the number saved as ‘Mom‘ in my phone… so I

I ask who you are? And where is my mom?” she inquired, her voice tinged

end of the line before Zachary sighed

bit flustered, Cherise retorted, “What

voice held a hint of exasperation as he explained, “You wouldn’t fail to recognize my voice, and you surely know that Charisa has been

was at a loss for

realizing she couldn’t keep up the facade any longer. “I have

don’t know what to do. I don’t know my past. The household staff won’t tell me. My husband won’t let me

weight of her frustration and boredom settling in. “So I’m terribly bored, which is why I called,”