My Blind Husband novel (Damien and Cherie) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Message To Cherise

The sturdy padlock on the entrance filled Cherise with a sense of unease. In broad daylight, the locked gates and the eerie absence of any signs of life puzzled her. Had her Uncle returned and wanted to remain unnoticed?

“Uncle! Aunt! Grandma!” She stood at the door, desperately pounding on the iron gates of Shaw Manor.

As the sky began to drizzle, Cherise remained at the gate, her voice now hoarse from shouting.

However, there was no response, and a feeling of unease washed over her, causing tears to well up in Cherise’s eyes.

“Uncle, Aunt, Grandma! Open the gate! It’s me, Cherry! I’m back!… Uncle, Aunt, Grandma!” Cherise’s voice, tinged with a sob, echoed in the rain.

Damien stood by her side, holding an umbrella, and remained silent. He knew she would have to face the truth sooner or later.

“Cherry?” The rain was coming down harder, and a man with an umbrella rushed over from a distance. “Stop knocking. Your Uncle’s family has already moved out.”

Jack was growing increasingly concerned and reached out to guide Cherise. “Let’s go to my place; we can talk there.”

Cherise looked up, her gaze distant. “Jack, do you think my uncle doesn’t want me anymore?”

“Of course not!” Jack took a deep breath and turned to Damien. “Come on, Mr. Lenoir, even if Cherry’s acting a bit out of sorts and doing things impulsively, why haven’t you stopped her? Instead, you’re going along with all this craziness!”

Damien furrowed his brow and then walked over, gently lifting Cherise and following Jack back to their home.

“Auntie Sarah, Sky, Tay, and Mrs. Shaw left several days ago,” Jack explained as they sat on the doorstep, looking at Cherise, who remained lost in thought. “Elvis mentioned that they wanted to find refuge.

“I tried to convince him and told him our village would protect them, and the people here have the utmost respect for your family. But he insisted on not involving the villagers and chose to move away

Cherise sat in the chair, allowing Jack’s wife to gently dry the rain from her head. “What else did my uncle say?”

“He mentioned that you should live your life to the fullest.”

Jack lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and let out a heavy sigh. “He knows you’re a sensitive soul,