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.”

find solace in his wine, Lanny placed the glass down, raking his hand through his hair

is where

care in the emergency room.

pondered silently. “Under care… If only she were no longer among the living, but her continued existence… She must be

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

glass, Glenda continued, “I’ve contemplated it. Even if the maternity test disproves my parenthood, Elyse need not

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

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

were in a private room, keeping watch over the old

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

gaze as Peyton approached, her eyes filled with

passing the test report

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

of realization washed over Elyse, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. “She’s not

while pulling

rimmed with red from tears shed. She felt as lost as a solitary deer wandering through the forest, suddenly devoid of the maternal bond she