Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 212:

Morgan watched as Elyse walked away. Noticing the man’s behavior toward Elyse, she inquired, “Tracy, who is that man? Is Elyse safe with him?”

Tracy dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand. “No need to worry. That’s Jayden Owen, Elyse’s husband. They’ve just had a disagreement, but they’ll make up soon.”

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“Jayden Owen,” Morgan repeated the name, pondering it as several images surged through her mind. She envisioned a couple holding hands, walking ahead of her. They glanced back at her, said something, and then shared a smile before looking away. In another vision, the man was in a hospital bed connected to a ventilator, and the woman was beside him on the bed. Both looked very pale.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan’s mental images began to swirl, and the background noise faded away. Suddenly, she couldn’t hear anything. A moment later, she collapsed.

Tracy was shocked and cried out urgently, “Morgan’s fainted! Someone call 911!”

They quickly arranged for Morgan to be taken to the hospital. Meanwhile, Elyse got into the car with Jayden. The driver sensed the tension and immediately set up the partition separating himself from the couple in the back. Elyse turned her head to gaze out of the window, remaining silent.

Jayden looked over at her and felt a twinge of annoyance. He inquired, “Are you upset with me?”

you’re overthinking it,” Elyse responded

night? I didn’t mean

eyes, seemingly unwilling to listen to him any further. Realizing she was

to remain quiet. After closing her eyes and resting for a

are we going

the nursing home,”

catching the driver off guard as he was about to

maneuvering his wheelchair. After a moment, the driver

responded, “I’m not blind. I noticed.” But he didn’t

to that elderly woman’s room. The elderly lady was neatly dressed, her silver hair combed back, her eyes behind presbyopic glasses. She

she noticed the old lady was making tiny baby

been knitting with wool for the past couple of days, and she’s been calm. Sometimes she steps

crouched down, and gently asked, “Ma’am, who

loving gaze fixed on the socks, the old lady replied with a smile, “For little