Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1632:

She knew she had to act—had to do something, anything. Then, another image suddenly flashed in her mind.

Rickey, trapped in the midst of a furious mob, his every move swallowed by their anger. Accusations and insults flew at him like sharp stones.

He shrank under their brutal onslaught, his body folding in on itself as if trying to disappear. He became a mere trembling shadow, curled in the darkest corner, muttering frantic apologies as the world closed in around him.

“It wasn’t me,” he sobbed, his voice choked with fear. “I didn’t start the war. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted to play the violin…” His words trembled in the air, laced with an overwhelming sorrow that seemed to pierce the very soul.

Rickey’s pain and rage echoed through Elyse, stirring something deep within her, a raw connection to his torment that burned in her chest.

she clutched her head, the

ripped through the air near an exit, sending shockwaves that amplified the chaos and bloodshed around

the peril of a deadly fall over the certainty

of adrenaline, she scrambled to her feet, leaping onto the stage. She grabbed the microphone, her fingers trembling, but when she found it live, she raised it high and screamed into

You abandoned your people! You started this war! And you

louder than the storm brewing below. The microphone was connected to the sound

fought back a dizzy spell, steadying herself as she adjusted the mic stand and picked up a violin that had fallen to the floor. With a confident stride, she made her way to center stage. She stood tall, gazing down at

“Palladio!”

melody simple yet hypnotic. The counterpoint of the double-stop added depth, amplifying the

the arena, a cameraman swung his lens toward the stage, capturing

was live, broadcasting the chaos to the