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 had responsibilities to fulfill.

Alexis had their commitments at

with nothing to occupy her time.

lost the ability to lead

in a cage, devoid of freedom,

poignant reunion

have had them too, right?

Chapter 980 Connection

a sudden longing, she reached for her phone and dialed the

man’s voice answered, young and

you manage

unsure how to respond to the unexpected voice on

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

“May I ask who you are? And where is my mom?” she inquired, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

the other end of the line before Zachary sighed softly. “What’s

retorted, “What do you mean, what’s

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

was at a

lips together, realizing she couldn’t keep up the facade any longer. “I have amnesia,” she

of 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

frustration and boredom settling in. “So I’m terribly bored, which is why I called,” she admitted ruefully.