Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband novel Chapter 867

Chapter 867 Unspoken Guilt

Cherise’s eyes shut tightly, her features etched with pain. “Your sister’s ordeal mirrors my mother’s in many ways. When I operated on her, I took an extra step… and that’s why she

survived.”

“Five years ago, when my mother passed, she urged me not to shoulder blame. She insisted it was her choice.”

“But I couldn’t forgive myself… Because at the time, I entertained the notion of taking that extra step, but… I faltered. I was gripped by fear… Fear that one additional step might jeopardize my mother’s life.”

“But it was that one step… and my mother couldn’t hold on…”

Cherise locked these memories away, never daring to share them with anyone

In the years following, each midnight reverie would stir her from slumber, tears staining her pillow in remembrance of her mother.

Subsequently, Cherise crossed paths with Dr. Keeples, Lermille Hospital’s director.

His sage advice resonated deeply with her: the gravest mistake a doctor could make was to operate on a loved one without absolute conviction.

Such a decision, he cautioned, would yield a lifetime of remorse.

Inspired by his counsel, Cherise made the pivotal choice to join Lermille Hospital’s ranks.

But her mother’s surgery remained a festering wound, a relentless source of guilt.

Cherise included this narrative in her paper because of Maeve’s successful surgery.

As a medical practitioner, Cherise yearned for guidance on navigating such delicate scenarios.

Little did she anticipate that her paper would become Gwenn’s weapon of choice against her.

Gwenn’s relentless actions against Cherise stemmed from a clear understanding of the situation.

From the onset, she derided Cherise for her reluctance to perform surgery, and now, she mercilessly exposed Cherise’s vulnerabilities.

With each calculated move, Gwenn systematically dismantled Cherise’s aspirations and

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livelihood, shattering her dreams and undermining her existence.

Damien enfolded Cherise in his arms, his gentle touch a balm to her tormented soul. “It’s all in the past, my love. There’s no need to fret.”