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.

Welch. You’re confusing me with someone else. I have no

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name “Morgan” while gazing intently at her. “Janet, you are my daughter. Of that, I have no doubt. I am very old and could die at any moment. Yet, I’ve clung to life because I have a mission

Morgan asked,

her with grave seriousness. “Your arrival marks the completion of my mission. Even though you’ve forgotten your name, you have your own mission to fulfill. The truth about Rickey’s death

memories. Morgan remembered a boy from her school days—they had once stayed up all night to go hiking and watch the sunrise together. Floods

a dark silhouette emerged. A

shrouded in darkness, she felt an inexplicable sense of safety rather than fear. She could sense he was

you?” Morgan asked, her voice tinged with

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

the man slowly

out, panic rising in her voice. In a defensive reflex, she stretched out her hands to

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

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

Rickey? Rickey Benson!

became unmistakably