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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station, but Elyse was already gone by then. He inquired about her whereabouts, trying to determine which hospital she had been taken to. Meanwhile, he collected her personal belongings—her phone and purse—which she had left

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,

phone in hand, and turned to Jayden with a curious expression.

Jayden explained, his voice firm and urgent. “She texted me for help, and I came as fast as

empty glass on the table, his tone turning serious. “Elyse drank from that glass, but no one knows where the water came from.

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

idea anything had happened to Elyse until after the

room. He quickly set the water down and rushed

the ambulance, but her heart rate is still dropping. We

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 calm facade shattering. He clenched his fists, his anger nearly boiling over as he growled, “I don’t care how many people or resources it takes.

beheld Jayden’s intensity. “What’s going on? Is Elyse’s condition worse than we thought? Can I help 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

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

to place the glass on a nearby surface. Once the servant had placed the glass down, Raegan directed, “Refill it, please.” The servant refilled Raegan’s glass, and she raised it toward Davey, saying, “Here’s to you, Mr. Glyn.” As if showcasing the safety of the drink, she downed it in one gulp. As she finished, Raegan’s heart raced. The wine had been laced with a substance inducing sleep for hours. Having preemptively taken an antidote, she

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