Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 610:

Elyse drove to the headquarters of the Lloyd Group. With Lanny behind bars, the authorities had shuttered the business.

By the time Elyse arrived, the employees had already stripped the place of anything valuable, leaving behind only the husk of a once-thriving company.

Papers littered the floor, and chairs were haphazardly strewn throughout the deserted office space.

Surveying the chaos, Elyse felt a pang of sadness. “My father built this company from the ground up,” she said, her voice tinged with melancholy.

“It flourished in its early days, poised to make a mark in Watscar. I never imagined it would come to this after falling into Lanny’s hands.”

Morgan, who had accompanied Elyse, offered her analysis with a calm demeanor.

“Lanny was never cut out for this. He lacked any real business sense. When he took over, he relied solely on those capable employees. It didn’t take long for everyone here to see him for what he was, and many talented individuals quit one after another.”

Elyse nodded, her resolve firming. “I need to visit the CEO’s office. That’s where my father spent his days.”

Those reports had all been signed by Rickey, and Morgan clung to the hope of uncovering

reply, her thoughts too scattered to focus on Morgan’s suggestion. She doubted

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had anticipated, devoid of surprises. She stepped on

the office, crafted from solid wood, this hefty desk bore the marks of many years, rendering it virtually worthless.

to the office, she remembered always seeing this desk.

gaze hollow. How

around her knees as she fought to steady the swirling thoughts

ten minutes, Elyse managed to quell her grief, and her attention was drawn to the three drawers on each

yanked open the drawers. Upon opening the second drawer on the right, she inadvertently noticed a

and indeed, there it was. She reached in, her fingers brushing against a small notebook tucked away inside.

withdrew the notebook. The notebook was old, its

musings of her dad, penned in his diary. Realizing she had stumbled upon her father’s personal writings, a wave of

strongly. After a moment of internal struggle, Elyse lifted her gaze and whispered into the stillness, “I’m sorry, Dad. I need to understand you