While taking a few steps, Cherise suddenly recalled that her phone had rung earlier.
Balancing Heather, she reached for her phone but stumbled, inadvertently spraining her foot.
âOuch!â
âBe careful.â
Heather turned around, supporting Cherise. âTake it slow. Does it hurt? Should we go to the orthopedics department for you?â
Cherise frowned, slightly moving her ankle. âItâs fine. Itâll be better after a while.â
âIâm sorry.â
Heather pursed her lips. âIf it werenât for me, you wouldnât have sprained your footâ¦â
âItâs okayâ¦â
As the two women took a few steps, Damien had already approached a woman in a white dress.
âMy wife is ahead,â
Damien reminded in a low voice.
Yolanda observed the two women from a distance with a cold gaze, a hint of disdain appearing on her lips.
One was tall and slim, dressed delicately, while the other was chubby and simple.
Furthermore, the chubby one was supporting the slim one. Mr. Whitlock had mentioned that Cherise had come to visit a hospitalized colleague.
Yolanda smirked, finding Cheriseâs naivety amusing. After so many years, not only had Cherise become unattractive, but she also gained weight.
Was it still possible for someone like her to captivate Damien?
She would like to witness the skills that Cherise possessed!
Taking a deep breath, Yolanda elegantly smiled as she approached Heather and Cherise. âMrs. Lenoir, itâs an honor to meet you finally.â
Heather pursed her lips and instinctively tightened her grip on Cheriseâs arm. âCherise, this doesnât seem good.â
Cherise siniled faintly. Having dealt with complicated characters like Gwenn before, she didnât particularly care about this woman.
However, she came together with Damien.
So, this must be Yolanda Weiss?
Cheriseâs eyes scanned Yolanda up and down, confirming her as a pampered young lady.
She was reminiscent of Kareen back then.
Even the condescending gaze was the same.
Was this a common trait among these wealthy young ladies?
The woman tightened her lips, preparing to speak, but she witnessed Yolanda confidently striding up to Heather with a smile adorning her face. âMrs. Lenoir, youâre truly kind.
husbandâs Prioritize the company of a colleague with a sprained ankle over your presence.â
Yolanda had seen Cherise before, but it had been too long ago. Over a decade ago, Cherise was merely a quiet academic achiever.
No one would recall what she looked like except for her results on the report card.
Yolanda didnât remember Cheriseâs appearance, only a vague recollection of a round face, round eyes, a bit chubby, a bit silly, and a bit naive.
Her memory of Cherise being a naive bookworm had influenced her decision to claim the paper sent by Gwenn as her own as soon as she received it.
At this moment, Heather in front of her perfectly aligned with Yolandaâs imagination of Cheriseânaive, rustic, overweight, and unkempt.
Without hesitation, she mistook Heather for Cherise, She smiled and gazed at Heather mockingly. âI should learn from you about kindness and selflessness.â
âIf it were me, with someone like Mr. Lenoir as my husband, I would never leave without even making a phone call before he arrived.â
Heather widened her eyes, staring at Yolanda in disbelief. âAre⦠are you talking to me?â