Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1300:

Another thirty minutes drifted by. Finally, Jayden set the documents aside and made his way out of the study, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

In the living room, Debora sat with a glass of water in her hand, her demeanor far from friendly. The longer Jayden had kept her waiting, the more agitated she had become. His cold indifference only stoked the fire within her.

As soon as she saw him, she slammed the glass down onto the table and snapped, “Jayden, you really have some nerve! Making me wait this long—who do you think you are?”

Jayden laughed softly under his breath at her outburst. “Oh, who do I think I am? I know exactly who I am. But the real question is, who do you think you are?”

Fury flashed across Debora’s face. “Don’t think you can push me around just because you’re older! You, who’s so heartless and ungrateful, have no right to judge me!”

Jayden shrugged, his expression calm and unreadable. “Say what you want. It doesn’t matter to me.”

burst out, “You don’t care? You’ve already ruined your relationship with Grandpa, and we kept quiet about it. But to actually plot his death? If it

would have never known! We were completely fooled by you!” Debora’s voice rose to a crescendo. “Yes, Grandpa was tough on you, but does that give

interrupted from the stairs. “Are you sure it was him who killed

her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, descended the staircase with a glass in hand. Her gaze locked onto Debora, icy and piercing, cutting through the tension like a blade. The unspoken threat in Elyse’s eyes made Debora’s blood

by the intensity of Elyse’s stare. What was this about? She hadn’t done anything to warrant

me,” Debora muttered, her voice laced with disdain. “It’s a family matter. You, as an outsider, have no

were divorced, which meant Elyse

instinctively moved to steady her, but she brushed him

commanding the room with every step, her eyes never leaving Debora. Authority radiated from

disoriented. What was happening? Had Elyse always been this formidable? She remembered her as the quiet, delicate woman who always followed Jayden’s lead—gentle and