Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1692:

Indignation blazed across Dolores’s features. “If you think it’s so difficult, then you should be the one to figure out how to make it happen!”

“You want me to do this?” Lowell stared at her, disbelief etched across his face.

“Yes, of course. Who else?” Dolores’s voice took on a sickeningly sweet tone. “You’re my brother. Shouldn’t you be the one to ensure my happiness?”

Lowell’s stomach twisted into knots. That phrase… it echoed through his memory like a distant warning bell.

Misinterpreting Lowell’s silence as hesitation, Lucille leaned forward with a gentle yet somehow menacing smile. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, “this is about your sister’s lifelong happiness. We’d feel so much better if you were the one to handle this.”

agreement. “That’s right, son. You handle this.

you’re quite experienced in safeguarding your sister’s happiness, aren’t you? Just like before. Remember when she couldn’t

had struck such a familiar chord. The echoes of past manipulation rang clear

before Lowell broke it, his voice devoid of emotion.

excuses because you don’t want to help me, aren’t

despises you right now? He refuses to acknowledge my existence. How exactly am

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶

manufacture one!” Dolores’s voice cut like a blade. “It’s that

laugh escaped Lowell’s throat. “So, in your warped perspective, this is simple? Fine. Then you do it. Don’t expect

sleep with Shaun? Then seduce him yourself,” Lowell said coolly, arms crossed. “Don’t drag the whole family into this

went deathly pale before flushing a furious crimson. Her jaw clenched, trembling with rage. “Lowell, I’m your sister! How