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.”

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

is where

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

longer among the living, but her continued

with chilling resolve. “Aren’t you concerned that her continued presence could

no desire for Dorothy to further disrupt their lives by revealing their secrets. Pouring herself another glass, Glenda continued, “I’ve contemplated it. Even if the maternity test disproves my parenthood, Elyse need not know the

Our priority is to deceive Elyse, ensuring she doesn’t dwell on this matter. Then and only then can we

Three hours later, Peyton arrived at

in a private room, keeping watch over

condition deteriorated, necessitating the use of a ventilator as her body struggled to cope. She now resembled a yellow leaf clinging to a branch in autumn,

eyes filled with

nodded, passing the

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

feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. “She’s not my mother,”

sorrow. The revelation left him utterly astonished; what he had casually mentioned while pulling Glenda’s hair had been nothing more than a jest. He never fathomed it would turn out to be

felt as lost as a solitary deer wandering through the forest, suddenly devoid of the maternal bond she had always known, uncertain