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.

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gazing intently at her. “Janet, you are my daughter. Of that, I have no doubt.

asked,

of my mission. Even though you’ve

Morgan remembered a boy from her school days—they had once stayed up all night to go hiking and watch the sunrise together. Floods of memories from their childhood and adulthood surged through her mind. Suddenly, her thoughts halted and dissipated as if swept away, leaving her mind

a dazzling white light, a dark silhouette emerged. A

an inexplicable sense of

Morgan asked, her

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

the man slowly advanced

Morgan cried out, panic rising in her voice. In a defensive

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

as though the man was enveloping her in an embrace. He was no more than a spectral

Rickey? Rickey Benson!

identity became unmistakably clear in