Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 362:

Tears gathered in Glenda’s eyes as thoughts of her daughter Mabel overwhelmed her. “I heard she is struggling terribly. She seems to be in a deep depression. If we leave her to fend for herself, I fear the worst,” she confided.

Lanny exhaled a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with helplessness. “I’m not sure if Jayden can forgive us. All we can do is wait until tomorrow.”

Later, Glenda returned home, clutching two urns tightly against her chest. These urns, intimately tied to her daughter’s well-being, required her utmost care and protection. Unable to find sleep, consumed by worry and anticipation, Glenda spent the night awake. As the first light of dawn crept across the sky, she gently roused Lanny. Quickly freshening up, they made their way to Jayden’s, carrying the urns.

Upon seeing the urns, Driscoll recognized their significance and promptly allowed Glenda and Lanny entry. Upon entering, Glenda clutched the two urns even closer, knowing they were her only leverage in the negotiations that lay ahead. Driscoll had offered to assist Glenda with the delicate items, but she declined, determined to maintain control over them herself.

The couple didn’t have to wait long. Shortly after their arrival, Elyse and Jayden emerged from the elevator. Elyse’s eyes immediately caught sight of the two aged urns in Glenda’s arms, the surfaces marked by the passage of time. A visceral reaction surged through her, an instinctual desire to reach out for them. But Glenda, sensing her intent, quickly turned away, shielding the urns.

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“What is the meaning of this?” Elyse asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

Facing Jayden, who appeared slightly sleepy, Glenda stated her intentions plainly. “I want to make a deal with you,” she declared.

His question carried a casual air. “Think you’ve got enough bargaining power to swing

the urns slightly, her voice steady. “These are my bargaining chips.” She then raised them higher, her movements brash as she feigned an intent to smash them on the floor. “If you

her voice as she witnessed the potential destruction of

smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Alright, then, lay it on me. What’s

“Get my daughter out of the police

distressed state, then back to Glenda, nodding slowly. “Fine. I’ll see what I can

soon enough!

dismissively. “I can’t do it. Go ahead, smash them

and the urns nearly slipped from her hands.

admonished her quietly, his brow furrowed in disapproval. “You really think it’s that

chest, her panic subsiding

turned to Driscoll. “Bring the urns to me,” he

his actions deliberate to avoid any sudden moves that might prompt her to attempt another dramatic gesture. He took the urns from her and walked a safe distance away, ensuring they were out of

Owen,” Lanny

will arrange for you to see Mabel after