My Blind Husband

Chapter 948 Forming a Scheme 

“Sebastian is manipulating you... trying to drag the entire Weiss family into this...” “Well, I'll admit that he’s playing his cards well.” Alain snorted, “But | don’t want to be part of this chaos!”

Turning to Yolanda, he continued, “I have already made my stance clear to Damien today. Whatever he plans to do to Sebastian, the Weiss family will not intervene!”

Yolanda’s lip grew thin as she gazed up at Alain, her eyebrows knitted. “Dad...at the end of the day, Sebastian's my younger brother. He’s also your son...”

“If something were to happen to him, would you just stand by and do nothing?” “l will handle it.” Alain snorted with derision and spat, “I will take care of his funeral!”

“| have dedicated my entire life to the Weiss family, and having a son with such ambitious and unscrupulous methods is simply disgraceful!”

Leveling a cold glare at Yolanda, he added, “Pull yourself together and find a husband who can handle business!” Yolanda bit down her lower lip. “Actually, | had found one before...”

“Just that...”

“Haha, are you fantasizing about Damien? Do you think someone like Damien is suitable for the Weiss family?” “Pack your things; we’re leaving tomorrow! Remaining here with Sebastian will only lead to a tragic outcome!” After saying everything he needed to say, Alain turned and headed back to his room.

Yolanda rolled her eyes, then she sat down on the sofa and texted Sebastian.

‘Sebbie, Dad wants me to return with him. He declared he will no longer care about you.

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Sebastian lay in the hospital bed, reading the message on his phone with a faint smile.

After pondering for a moment, he replied, ‘Landa, since Dad doesn’t care about me, will you take care of me instead?” ‘Of course, | will take care of you! | am your older sister!’

Sighing out loud, she then added, ‘But | can’t disregard Dad’s words either...

‘What do you want me to do before | leave?’

Sebastian rubbed his temples, deep in thought. “There is something | need your help with.”

On the third day since her amnesia, Cherise received a call from an unfamiliar number.

“Mrs. Lenoir, hello, | am the director of the orphanage where you and Mr. Lenoir donated drumsticks before.”

The woman on the phone was very enthusiastic, “Do you remember? You promised the children at the orphanage that you would come to see their charity performance?”

“The children are thrilled to know that the lady and man who brought them drumsticks that day will be attending their performance. They have been practicing diligently every day.”

“The performance is scheduled for tomorrow, and | have already sent the address and time to your email. Do you and Mr. Lenoir have the time to join?”

Cherise held the phone to her lips, “Did | agree to come?”

The woman nodded earnestly, “Yes, you also mentioned you would contribute to our orphanage!” “So, Mrs. Lenoir, will you and Mr. Lenoir be able to attend?”

Cherise scrunched up her nose and replied hesitantly “I do have the time...”

“As for my husband...”

She took a deep breath before she finally added, “Alright, | will definitely

dust readidadnsclt my husband first. If he agrees to attend, | will call you back, okay?”

“Great!”

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After ending the call, Cherise checked her email. As expected, there was a new email waiting for her.

The email included not only the time and address of the art performance that Mrs. Lydi docks} Lmeptioned@rithe phowe beak merous photos and videos of the children’s previous performances. There were even thank-you cards handwritten by the children themselves.

Some of the cards were written with childish strokes, expressing, “Thank you, Mr. Damien and Ms. Cherise.”