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.”

glass down, raking his hand through his hair in

where

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

only she were no longer

of wine, Glenda regarded Lanny with chilling resolve.

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

nodded in agreement. “You’re correct. Our priority is to deceive Elyse, ensuring she doesn’t dwell on this matter. Then and only then can we be

Lanny collaborated, pondering their next steps for hours. Three hours later, Peyton arrived at the hospital with the maternity test report

in a private room,

She now resembled a yellow leaf clinging to a branch

her gaze as Peyton approached, her eyes filled

passing the test report

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

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

utterly astonished; what he had casually mentioned while pulling Glenda’s hair had been nothing more than a jest. He

as a solitary