Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 347:

Initially, Lanny basked in contentment, savoring wine and reveling in the melodies that filled the air. But the tranquility shattered as soon as Glenda returned home, unleashing a storm of confrontation upon him. Impatiently, he inquired, “Are you out of your mind? It’s none of my concern whom you encounter at the hospital.”

Glenda’s countenance darkened, her words slicing through the air with icy precision. “I crossed paths with that madwoman.”

Impatiently, Lanny interjected, “Which madwoman exactly?” After a brief lapse, he snapped back to attention, straightening his posture with newfound seriousness. “Who did you say you encountered?”

“Dorothy Conner, the very woman you’ve been searching for,” Glenda replied with a disdainful sneer. “Dorothy has divulged to Elyse that I’m not her mother. Your worst fear is materializing.”

Undeterred, Lanny maintained his composure, chin held high. “She is simply not in her right mind. Does Elyse truly believe her words?”

“Jayden has requested a maternity test,” Glenda revealed.

Lanny’s eyelids twitched, apprehension evident in his voice. “Did you agree to it?”

Glenda nodded resignedly. “Refusal wasn’t an option. They’ve compelled me. I had no choice but to return to you.”

solace in his wine, Lanny placed the glass down, raking his hand through his hair in agitation. Suddenly, a memory resurfaced. “Where

where dreams

with red wine. “She’s under care in the emergency room. Originally on her deathbed, but we

she were no longer among the living, but her continued existence… She

regarded Lanny with chilling resolve. “Aren’t you concerned

another glass, Glenda continued, “I’ve contemplated it. Even if the maternity test

“You’re correct. Our priority is to deceive Elyse, ensuring she doesn’t dwell on this

pondering their next steps for hours. Three hours later, Peyton arrived at the hospital with

were in a private room, keeping watch over the old

to cope. She now resembled a yellow leaf clinging to a branch in autumn, devoid of vitality, on the verge of drifting away to

Peyton approached, her eyes filled with anticipation. “Has the report been released?” she

solemnly nodded, passing the

heart racing as she reached the final verdict. It read: “After careful consideration, it is concluded that Glenda Lloyd and

washed over Elyse, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. “She’s not my mother,” she murmured,

left him utterly astonished; what he had casually mentioned while pulling Glenda’s hair

eyes rimmed with red from tears shed. She felt as lost as a solitary deer wandering through the