Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 350:

After discovering that Glenda and Lanny weren’t her biological parents, Elyse found that many pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. The new revelation explained their years of neglect and the constant preference for Mabel. In comparison to her queries about her biological parents, Elyse was less interested in questioning Lanny and Glenda. All she truly desired was to uncover the truth about her own roots. With a firm voice, she asked, “Where can I find information about my birth parents?”

Lanny stole a glance at Glenda, a silent conversation passing between them. He cleared his throat. “They… they passed away,” he mumbled, the words heavy on his tongue.

Glenda nodded in agreement. “We adopted you after they died,” she added, her voice devoid of warmth.

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The news slammed into Elyse. Her breath hitched, the air suddenly thick with a weight she couldn’t quite place. Jayden, ever the skeptic, wasn’t buying it. He narrowed his eyes at the couple. “Both of them? But how? What’s the connection between you and them?”

Jayden’s questions caught Lanny off guard. Cold sweat beaded on Lanny’s forehead. He crumbled under Jayden’s scrutiny, pinching his thigh in a desperate attempt at composure. Lanny stammered, “Car… car accident. Shortly after Elyse was born. Elyse’s mother is my younger sister. I felt responsible, so I adopted her.”

Lanny, fearing doubt, raised a hand. “Swear on it. Every word. God as my witness.”

younger sister? So you’re my uncle,” Elyse struggled to accept the information, clenching her teeth

confirmed. “We were close. I

shaky breath, Elyse’s eyes welled up. “Their names,” she

Lanny’s hurried reply. “Jazmine Lloyd is

itself on Glenda’s face. She shot Lanny a confused

was a Rickey Owen,

squirmed under her scrutiny, unable to decipher her thoughts. An idea sparked in his eyes. “Your mother,” he added hastily, “hated your father. He

up a hand, silencing him. “Where are they buried?” she demanded,

stumped. “Where

anxiety spiked. “They hadn’t bothered with graves. The ashes sat forgotten

their discomfort, his brow furrowing. “You threw

her

lost in his own jumbled thoughts, could only stare at her.