Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 379:

Theo’s inquiry with his TV station contact revealed Elyse’s location in a specific lounge. He approached the door and knocked, but was met with silence from within. Perplexed, he knocked several times more, but the door remained shut with no sign of anyone coming to open it. Theo tried the doorknob, but it refused to budge as it was locked from the inside. “Elyse, are you in there? Can you open the door for me?” he called out.

As Elyse lay on the floor, her ears perked up at the sound of Theo’s voice outside the door. Her heart sank, filled with a tinge of disappointment. She had been waiting for Jayden, not Theo. She didn’t want to be seen in this state by anyone but Jayden, but her worsening discomfort left her no other choice. Her unease wasn’t due to her burning desires, but rather the sudden pounding rhythm of her heart. She had an ominous feeling that the peril she faced now was far more menacing than any she had encountered in the past, and it sent a chill down her spine.

Theo received only silence in response. Frustrated and worried, he ran out of options and resorted to force, kicking the door with all his might. His loud kicks on the door attracted a crowd of TV crews who came to see what the commotion was all about. After dozens of kicks, the door finally swung open. Theo rushed in and found Elyse lying weakly on the floor. “Elyse!” he yelled. “Are you fine?”

With a worrying rosy glow on her face, Elyse’s lips parted with effort, her voice faint and labored. “I’ve been drugged. Please, get me to the hospital. I feel like I’m slipping away.”

Theo was shocked into silence. No sooner had Elyse uttered those words than her body went limp, her eyes closing as she fell into a deep, unresponsive coma. Unbeknownst to her, the drug’s effects would kick in within thirty minutes after consumption.

“Ambulance! Call the ambulance!” Without wasting any time, he scooped up her limp body, pushed through the throng of people, and sprinted towards the ambulance on standby. As the ambulance rushed to the hospital, Theo called someone to check on the empty glass from the lounge, hoping to identify the drug that harmed Elyse.

No sooner had Theo whisked her away in the ambulance than Jayden arrived at the TV station, having recklessly run four red lights in his haste to get there as quickly as possible. His driver’s eyes welled up, fearing his driving days were over after getting four tickets at once.

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determine which hospital she had been taken to. Meanwhile, he collected her personal belongings—her phone and purse—which she had

mentioned coming to the TV station with Gavin to record a show. Jayden’s eyes locked onto the man, his voice firm and direct as he asked, “Are you

hand, and turned to Jayden with a curious

Elyse’s husband,” Jayden explained, his voice firm and urgent. “She texted me for help, and I came as fast as I could. But when

drank from that glass, but no one knows where the

suspicion. He took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm, his voice steady as he asked, “Do you know which hospital she was

happened to Elyse until after the filming. I’ve been trying to find out more information myself, but so—” At that moment, Theo had already

him to the emergency room. He quickly set the water down and rushed to the ER, only to be met with a shocking sight: Elyse lay on the hospital bed in need of

initial treatment in the ambulance, but her heart rate

help but feel a surge of relief upon learning that Peyton was treating Elyse. However, his relief was short-lived as he soon discovered that the mysterious liquid had caused her heart failure. Without hesitation, he called for an analysis of the water from that glass, determined to uncover the truth behind Elyse’s sudden illness. The staff at the inspection agency informed him that the analysis would take around 12 hours to complete. Hearing that, his expression turned fierce, his

with anything?” Jayden’s expression turned grim, his lips compressing into a thin line. “Whoever did this showed no mercy,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “They meant to kill

enemy be?” Gavin’s face remained neutral, but his mind raced back to the afternoon’s events. He recalled the tense encounter between Elyse and a woman. “I think I saw something relevant today. Elyse had a spat with

Mr. Glyn.” As if showcasing the safety of the drink, she

rendering him immobile was the safest recourse. Yet even after Raegan emptied her glass, Davey showed no inclination to sip from his. Raegan motioned for a refill, subtly hinting, “Another toast, Mr. Glyn.” Both being from Ambrosia, Davey would grasp the significance of a double toast as the pinnacle of respect. Davey, as an elder, couldn’t outright decline a toast without repercussions, since refusal would tarnish his reputation. Slowly, he raised his glass, a smile barely