Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 29:

Elyse dashed towards the car with a mix of relief and curiosity, swiftly opening the door and sliding inside. “Why are you here?” she questioned.

“All the staff heard about the buzz surrounding you. I came to check on you. So, it’s true that you’ve been booted from the orchestra,” Jayden remarked, his gaze assessing her with a hint of judgment.

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Elyse felt a flush of embarrassment and fumbled with her words. “The online news spread like wildfire, and everyone in the orchestra found out. They had no choice but to let me go.” Noticing Jayden’s scrutinizing stare, she trailed off, feeling like a scolded child.

“Let’s head home now. Start the car,” Jayden instructed. Turning to Elyse, he continued, “This whole debacle seems targeted at you. Your name’s plastered everywhere while Theo’s hidden under an alias. Think about it, who could be behind this?”

After a moment of reflection, she hesitantly suggested, “Maybe Kaelyn Bennett. But I’m done with Theo. I don’t see why she’d come after me.”

As she pondered, her phone rang once more, displaying an unknown number. With confusion, she answered, “Hello, who’s calling?”

“You actually picked up? You’re Elyse Lloyd, right? You’re a disgraceful, shameless bitch,” the voice on the other end spewed venom.

Jayden ended the call. Shaken, Elyse exclaimed, “Who was that? Why would someone curse at me like

another call interrupted, leaving her bewildered by the incessant buzzing of

own phone, he soon uncovered the cause. “Your private info’s been leaked online. Everyone’s got your number. Those callers?

stunned silence, Elyse struggled to comprehend who bore such a vehement grudge

butler voiced his indignation. “Fret not. We’ve got your back online. You’re the wronged party, and we’re rallying

glance at Elyse’s despondent demeanor, Jayden inquired, “So, feeling overwhelmed by the online

overwhelmed. I’m just baffled by who could harbor such animosity towards me,”

you. Don’t our staff adore

maids, a lump formed in her throat. “You’re right. I shouldn’t

reflection, she declared, “I’ll record a video explaining what happened at the

interjected, “Will that really help? The online mob is relentless. Our fingers are sore from all the typing and

sure, but I’ll give it a shot. I can’t just sit back and let people hurl insults at me, can I? Besides,

the video now. We’ll gauge the

her mind, Elyse, aided by

you think my