Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 234:

That evening, Elyse decided to hit the hay early. To ensure she wouldn’t be late, she left at the crack of dawn the next morning for the concert hall to slip into her performance attire. One by one, the orchestra members began to arrive. Spotting Darren, Elyse made her way over to say hello, only to find him staring intently at something, his brow creased with concern.

“What’s caught your eye?” Elyse inquired, her curiosity piqued. Darren glanced at her and nodded towards Vicky. “Doesn’t she seem a bit off to you?”

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Elyse followed his gaze to where Vicky was standing with a group of orchestra members, engrossed in their chat. After observing for a moment, she shrugged and said, “She seems fine to me.”

Nevertheless, Darren wasn’t convinced. He walked up to Vicky, his steps brisk and purposeful. Grabbing her wrist, he demanded, “Vicky, cut the act. Are you out of your mind?”

voice rising in anger as she yanked her hand away. Her sharp nasal tone echoed through the room, drawing everyone’s attention. Darren sneered, “You’re unwell and you hid it from us. What if you collapse during the performance and bring shame to our Celestial Sounds Symphony

back, her voice raspy, “I’m not sick! Stop spreading

girl standing nearby and instructed, “Ask the manager to come and have her check on Vicky’s condition.” The girl nodded and hurried off to find the manager. In a panic, Vicky tried to stop

caught Vicky in her arms, steadying her. Feeling the heat radiating from Vicky,

alone.” Elyse looked over at Darren, her face a mix of frustration and resignation. Darren remained silent, his expression cold. With her fists

a group of staff arrived, one of them holding a thermometer. They approached Vicky to check her temperature, but she dodged, clearly unwilling to cooperate. The manager, her patience wearing thin, fixed Vicky with a stern look. “Vicky, this is not the time for stubbornness. We can’t risk any mishaps during our first tour stop. It would damage our orchestra’s reputation. Are you ready

to rest instead of going onstage. We’ve practiced so hard for this. Please don’t spoil our efforts. Can you handle the responsibility for everyone? And remember, even as

give me the thermometer.” The manager handed it over, and Vicky tucked it under her armpit. Fifteen minutes later, she returned it. The manager checked the reading and exclaimed in frustration, “You have a high fever! Why are you so

discussion with the staff, the manager decided to appoint a new

about the change in concertmaster. We’ll take Vicky to the hospital later. Elyse, you’ll

Vicky. Vicky returned her gaze with a look of bitterness. Elyse opened her mouth to talk to Vicky, but the urgency of the moment meant she was hurried away by the staff. With particular responsibilities