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.

everyone in the household had responsibilities to fulfill.

and Alexis had their

herself with nothing to occupy her time.

losing her memory, she had also lost

a cage, devoid

drama captured her attention–a poignant reunion between the female lead and her parents, tears of

have had them

Chapter 980 Connection

for her phone and dialed the number saved under “Mom.”

answered, young and warm.

did you manage to call Charisa’s phone?”

unsure how to respond to the unexpected voice on the

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

And where is

the line before Zachary sighed softly. “What’s the matter with you?” he responded.

a bit flustered, Cherise retorted, “What

as he explained, “You wouldn’t fail to recognize my voice, and you surely know

a loss

pressed her lips together, realizing she couldn’t keep up the facade any

sorrow in her voice as she continued, “I 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 leave the house or disclose my

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