My Blind Husband

Chapter 965 Household Tensions 

“If Mr. Weiss believes that our Lenoir family is responsible for the disappearance of your son due to these unfortunate events, it would be a grave transgression,” Damien declared solemnly.

“lam committed to investigating the matter surrounding your son to ensure justice for our Lenoir family. If there is nothing else, Mr. Weiss.and Ms. Weiss, | must ask you to take your leave.”

“Since you both were here, my wife refuses even to come downstairs,” Damien stated, his words laden with a hint of reproach.

His words left no room for misinterpretation. If his earlier remarks were a subtle suggestion for Sebastian and Yolanda to depart if unnecessary, this statement was a direct order for them to do so!

Yolanda’s complexion drained of color, her sheltered upbringing ill-preparing her for such humiliation. When had she, accustomed to a life of pampering and sheltering since childhood, ever experienced such humiliation?

Inhaling deeply, Yolanda leveled a frosty stare at Damien. “Mr. Lenoir, my brother and | arrived with genuine intentions to provide medicine for Mrs. Lenoir,” she declared calmly. “Isn’t your behavior a tad uncalled for?”

Damien's smile remained, though there was a glint of steel in his gaze. “My behavior?” he echoed. “I believe I’ve been quite civil.”

As his words trailed off, a cadre of black-clad bodyguards materialized, sealing off the living room save, for the exit. The atmosphere grew tense, charged with an unspoken threat.

“The individual who harmed my wife is within these walls,” Damien continued, his tone measured but resolute. “Engaging in civil discourse is already a challenge under these circumstances. Please do not expect more. No one here is a saint.”

“And let’s not overlook how Mr. Weiss sustained his leg injury,” Damien added pointedly. The mention of Sebastian’s leg injury served as a chilling reminder, immediately shifting Yolanda’s pallid expression. She ground her teeth, her voice strained. “Damien, you need to check your arrogance!”

“It's you who should watch your arrogance,” Damien replied, his tone sharp. “Don’t think I’m ignorant of the actions taken by the Weiss family.”

“You come into my home, acting all high and mighty, and yet expect me to greet you with a smile?” “You...” Before Yolanda could finish her sentence, Sebastian intervened with a calm tone.

“Mr. Lenoir, my parents were rather indulgent with me during my upbringing, and they may have spoiled my sister a bit too much, leading to her somewhat lacking behavior. | hope you can forgive her shortcomings,” Sebastian remarked with a lighthearted tone, though seething anger and resentment simmered behind his eyes.

With a smirk, Damien concluded, “So, if you’d be so kind as to leave.” And with that, he turned on his heel and ascended the stairs, leaving a palpable tension lingering in the air.

As Sebastian departed, Mr. Hampson shot Yolanda a smug smirk. “Ms. Weiss, you brought your brother in,” he remarked dryly. “I trust you can see him out yourself.”

Yolanda was left speechless, her emotions roiling within her. “This is beyond frustrating!”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Exiting the Lenoir Residence, Yolanda propelled Sebastian forward while mentally retracing their steps to the parking area. Her frustration was evident as she muttered, “Damien truly lacks any sense of decency!”

“What decency do you expect from him?” Sebastian retorted dryly from his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the car with all four tires punctured.

With a resigned shake, he said, “Push me to the bus stop.” Yolanda’s incredulous response was swift. “You must be joking, right?” she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her tone. It was three o’clock in the afternoon, the sun blazing overhead.

Yolanda scowled at the oppressive heat, pushing Sebastian from the entrance of KenoinResidened 16 tite garding lot, which had already proved to be a Herculean task. And now, Sebastian wanted her to accompany him to the bus stop?

Did he truly view her as a servant?

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Yolanda followed his gaze and inspected the damage, her silence speaking volumes.

Unable to voice her frustration, she cursed Damien iske 1 Cherise silently | as\ste puenbds astian tot bus stop under the scorching sun.

“Is that child named Alexis truly your son?” Yolanda questioned abruptly, breaking the tense silence between them. “Absolutely not,” Sebastian sneered in response.

“After all these years as siblings, have you ever seen a woman by my side for an extended period?”