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.

from Elyse’s throat as she clutched her head, the fury boiling over. “Rebecca,

moment, another explosion ripped through the air near an exit, sending shockwaves

for survival, people began scrambling up the twenty-foot walls, choosing the peril

the horror unfold, her eyes stinging with anguish, burning so fiercely it felt as though they might tear from their sockets. In a burst of adrenaline, she scrambled to her feet, leaping onto the stage. She grabbed the microphone, her fingers trembling, but when

You hypocrite! You abandoned your people! You started this war! And you tried to pin it all on

voice rang out across the venue, louder than the storm brewing below. The microphone was connected to

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

“Palladio!”

music exploded, its melody simple yet hypnotic. The counterpoint of the double-stop added depth, amplifying the soaring violin’s call.

cameraman swung his lens toward the stage, capturing

was live, broadcasting the chaos to