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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around his forehead, Brook looked visibly annoyed. He eyed the gifts and remarked with dissatisfaction, “Is this all you brought for your

seemed appropriate. What would you like to eat? We can head to a restaurant once you’re feeling up

the bouquet and fruit on the bedside table, pulled up a chair, and sat beside his bed. Curiously, she inquired, “How did

work, staying late for several nights and relying on coffee

to an argument. Debora, quick to anger, had tried to strike him. In the midst of defending himself, Brook, who was also suffering from hypoglycemia at the time, lost his balance

his voice resolute. “I won’t let her off

details. She chose not to press

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

faltered. “I can’t stay overnight. I

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

arrogant. He seemed to think that being born into 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,