Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 764

Chapter 764 I’m His Fiancee

“She’s not normally like this,” Cherise said quietly, “but Zachary getting hurt has her all wound up.”

Despite their constant bickering, there was no denying Kareen’s princess-like fragility. Zachary treated her like a queen, and while she could be a bit high-maintenance at times, she was generally a gentle soul.

“Well… this wasn’t exactly the picture-perfect wedding scene,” Lyra admitted, her voice laced with worry about her future as Mrs. Zachary,

Cherise couldn’t resist teasing her. “It’s not too late to jump ship, you

know.”

Lyra shook her head resolutely. “No way! A promise is a promise. And I won’t regret it! Not for a second!” The stubborn set of her jaw reminded Cherise of her younger self. A faint smile touched her lips as she reached for Lyra’s hand. “Don’t worry.”

Meanwhile, Zachary’s stepmother spotted the tense standoff between Kareen and Damien and nudged her

son.

Chad cleared his throat and stepped forward, trying to calm Kareen down. “Hey, sis, relax. Isn’t this a little bit much for our guests?”

Kareen glared at him. “Get lost! It’s not your brother who’s lying there hurt!”

Chad’s smile faltered momentarily but quickly returned. “But he needs to get to the hospital, no? If you keep arguing here, it could delay his treatment.”

Kareen froze, released her grip, and barked at the bodyguards behind her. “What are you guys standing around for, like a bunch of morons? Get my brother to the hospital now!”

The bodyguards sprang into action, scooping up the gurney and whisking Zachary away.

Damien nodded. Their primary reason for this visit was to apologize to the Miles family and discuss Zachary and Lyra’s wedding. A visit to the Miles Manor was definitely necessary.

“Excellent! We’ll take you there now.” Chad smiled and led the way.

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Zachary’s stepmother, Patricia, remained by Chad’s side, her gaze constantly drifting towards Damien. This behavior became even more pronounced once they were inside the car, a spacious Lincoln limousine.

Cherise, Patricia, aka Mrs. Miles, sat on one side while Damien and Chad occupied the other. As Cherise sank into the plush leather seat, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the middle-aged woman beside her, barely fifty years old, was fixated on Damien, her eyes following him as if he were the only man alive.