My Blind Husband

Chapter 873 Unveiling the Truth

She had already suspected that this was Gwenn’s intention.

But now, she no longer cared.

This was her affair.

She couldn’t let the people around her worry about her anymore.

Gwenn was getting closer and closer, and she couldn’t escape anymore.

There was nothing to fear.

Taking a deep breath, Cherise uploaded long–prepared documentation regarding the surgery’s risks

and a poignant photograph featuring herself and Charisa.

“Allow me to acquaint you with the patient featured in my thesis, who underwent an unsuccessful

surgery: my mother, Charisa.”

“In my earnest quest to heal her, I diligently researched her condition and devised a surgical plan.”

“My mother was willing to cooperate with me.”

“Following an unsuccessful surgery, I undertook a rigorous self–examination and, two months ago,

successfully treated another patient.”

“I find Ms. Yolanda’s accusations of plagiarism utterly confounding. To safeguard my mother’s privacy, I

maintained silence. Unexpectedly, Ms. Weiss has exploited this situation. Henceforth, I shall pursue

legal recourse against Ms. Weiss. This matter concludes here.”

Exhaling deeply, Cherise closed her eyes.

It felt as though she had waged a war within herself.

With determination, she powered down her computer and retreated to bed.

As she lay down where Damien’s comforting embrace awaited. “I’ve seen it all. You were remarkable.”

“Mhmm,”

Cherise smiled, nestling closer. “After all, I am the wife of President Lenoir.”

As weariness washed over her, she released a tired yawn. “So tired,” she murmured.

She was genuinely exhausted.

After an entire night spent crafting evidence and engaging in confrontation with Yolanda.

She sought solace in Damien’s embrace. “From now on,” she confessed, “people will only speak of me

as heartless and unfilial rather than accuse me of plagiarism or theft.”

Soothingly, Damien’s hand brushed against her head as he spoke. “Go to sleep,” he urged.

“Damn it!”

Yolanda’s expletive burst forth as she laid eyes on Cherise’s latest declaration.

The frustration boiled within her, prompting an immediate call to Gwenn. “Gwenn, what in the world is

going on?”

“Cherise’s surgical patient is actually her mother!?”

With such incontrovertible evidence, Yolanda found herself devoid of any rebuttal, left vulnerable to

public ridicule.

So, she became a laughingstock?

Gwenn did not mention anything like this when she asked her to accuse Cherise!

How could she, a member of the esteemed Weiss family, have embarked on a course of action so

fraught with embarrassment?

Now, with Cherise’s incriminating photo circulating, Yolanda couldn’t shake the feeling of being

ridiculed.

Is this the outcome that Gwenn desired?

“Stay calm for now,”

Gwenn’s tone was light, almost dismissive. “Didn’t you express a desire to win Damien over? Well,

here’s your chance.”

“A chance?”

Yolanda’s brow furrowed with uncertainty. “If Damien doesn’t perceive me as a fool, I’ll consider it a Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

victory.”

“And where is there a possibility of that?”

“Of course there is,”

Gwenn chuckled lightly, “Cherise is a deeply emotional individual.”

“If you incite her with accusations of causing her mother’s death, guess how she will react?”

Yolanda furrowed her brow, lost in contemplation for a moment before a realization struck her like a

lightning bolt. “Oh, right!”

The truth loomed ominously in her mind: Cherise’s initial surgical patient had been her mother. The

outcome was tragic, as the surgery inadvertently led to Charisa’s untimely demise.

Without Cherise’s intervention, her mother might have enjoyed another month or two of life.

But what happened instead?

Charisa’s health quickly deteriorated following the surgery, and tragically, she couldn’t endure for more

than two weeks before her passing.