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?”

Vicky retorted, her 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

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

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 her, but dizziness overwhelmed her. She swayed, fighting the

her. Feeling the heat radiating from Vicky, Elyse asked with concern, “Are you running a fever?

I’m fine! Just leave me alone.” Elyse looked over at Darren, her face a mix of frustration and resignation. Darren remained silent, his

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

now. If you’re sick, it’s better 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

bit her lip, hesitating only a moment before relenting. “Fine, 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

brief discussion with the staff, the manager decided to appoint a new concertmaster, replacing Vicky. Feeling the crowd’s eyes on her,

manager responded in a steady tone, “I need to inform the concert hall staff about the change in concertmaster. We’ll take Vicky to the

looked over at Vicky. Vicky returned her gaze with a look of bitterness. Elyse opened her mouth to talk to Vicky, but the