Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 326:

Peyton was keen to continue the conversation, but he received a notification that Elyse’s report was ready. He excused himself to go read it.

Meanwhile, Jayden stood on the staircase of the inpatient wing, finishing a cigarette. Driscoll called to inform him that he had arrived at the hospital and would soon deliver the wheelchair. Jayden nodded, preparing to head back to the ward to meet him. As he walked through the corridor, he suddenly felt an eerie sensation. He glanced back but saw no one there. Frowning, he wondered if it was just his imagination making him feel like someone was watching him. He quickly made his way to the ward, not wanting to linger.

Unbeknownst to him, Corrie emerged from an empty ward after he had passed. She stood there visibly shaken. The sight of Jayden walking puzzled her—wasn’t he supposed to be disabled? She questioned whether the man she saw was even him. Just as she was about to investigate further, Driscoll appeared, maneuvering a wheelchair past the ward where she stood and into Jayden’s. His actions seemed intentional, heightening her suspicion that Jayden might have been feigning his disability.

Stunned, she was slow to regain her composure, realizing she had stumbled upon a shocking secret that, if revealed, could put her life at risk. She paced back and forth in the ward before finally calming herself. She picked up the bouquet and fruit she had prepared and headed to the end of the corridor.

Entering the room, she greeted Brook softly. “How are you doing? Feeling better?”

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annoyed. He eyed the gifts and remarked with dissatisfaction, “Is this all you brought

what seemed appropriate. What would you like

on the bedside table, pulled up a chair, and sat beside his bed. Curiously, she inquired, “How did you end up falling down

with work, staying late for several nights and relying on coffee to stay

encountered Debora. They had clashed at work recently, leading to an argument. Debora, quick to anger, had tried to strike him. In

slammed his hand on the bed, his voice resolute. “I won’t let her off easily when I get back to

to press further, her mind still partially occupied with doubts about whether

two more days, and no one’s here to take care of me,” Brook stated, assuming her

smile faltered. “I can’t stay overnight.

so important that you need to do?” Brook frowned. “Still busy with your jewelry design? You know, after we’re married, you won’t need money. You don’t have to run your own studio; it’s too

the Owen family made him royalty. Despite her irritation, she kept her expression neutral. Marrying Brook would indeed bring many benefits to her family, and she would share in those, so she continued to play her