Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 519:

Following the surgery, Dorothy had been in a state of unconsciousness. Before regaining consciousness, Dorothy felt as if the most precious treasure of her life had been restored to her. As if summoned by destiny itself, she awakened.

Now, she looked intently at Morgan and whispered, “You are finally back, Janet.”

Elyse and Jayden were stunned; they had not anticipated that Janet Lawrence, the woman they had been fervently searching for, was actually Morgan.

Morgan stared at Dorothy, her lips slightly parted, wanting to clarify something. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know you at all. I’m Morgan Welch.” Yet, the words refused to leave her throat.

She observed Dorothy intently, trying to understand why this stranger evoked such a profound sense of familiarity. The wrinkles on Dorothy’s face, each a testament to the passage of time, and her aged visage stirred a sudden urge in Morgan to weep.

Instead of correcting her, Morgan asked softly, “Why have you aged so much?”

Dorothy remained unexpectedly serene, her gaze fixed on Morgan, whose tears had now streaked down her cheeks. She offered a tender, maternal smile. “You’ve aged as well, Janet.”

Morgan puzzled over why Dorothy’s words moved her to tears, or more precisely, why she felt so unsettled upon seeing Dorothy.

me with someone else. I have no family. Perhaps I’m

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doubt. I am very old and could die

Morgan asked, “A

you’ve forgotten your name, you have your own mission

school days—they had once stayed up all night to go hiking and watch the sunrise together.

A tall, erect figure approached her, halting just

discern his face, shrouded in darkness, she felt an inexplicable sense

you?” Morgan asked, her

note of tender exasperation in his voice. “Jane, when will you remember me? You

the man slowly advanced toward

rising in her voice. In a

moved effortlessly through her extended arms. With a surreal grace, he opened his arms

that bewildering moment, Morgan experienced a profound sensation—it was as though the man was enveloping her in an embrace. He was no more than a spectral shadow, yet his intent was palpable—as if

Rickey? Rickey Benson!

instant, his identity became