Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1622:

The thought hung suspended as she savored her wine, offering Elyse an enigmatic smile.

“Continue,” Elyse encouraged softly.

Rebecca studied her wine, watching light fracture through the liquid. “Don’t you find these borders constraining? Yes, we prosper, but imagine the potential for greater wealth, expanded territories, room for more of my people to thrive.”

Elyse’s response carried gentle wisdom. “Your ambitions soar high. A nation’s true measure lies not in its physical expanse or gleaming edifices, but in its people’s contentment and sense of belonging.”

Rebecca dismissed this philosophy with a wave. “Perhaps. But I believe in perpetual expansion. More territory, more wealth, more prosperity—these are the markers of true success.”

Rebecca’s expression made Elyse realize that she wasn’t being taken seriously.

turned away, sank into a chair, and began

glass, Rebecca spoke, her voice tinged with sorrow. “Do you know? I’ve never had a friend. It never crossed my mind that one day, while having a drink, someone would sit beside me and keep

raised her glass, replying with a touch of warmth, “It’s my pleasure to

out a small laugh. “You know, the way you speak always brings

lifted in curiosity, and she couldn’t help

simply said, “He was so good

to, but something in her gut

up inside Elyse

continued, her tears fell like silent rain. “He was such a wonderful person, but I treated him

let out a barely perceptible sneer and, with a hint of

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