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.”

his head in agreement. “That’s right, son. You handle this. I’m too old for such

happiness, aren’t you? Just like before. Remember when she couldn’t

remembered why those words had struck such a familiar chord. The

a wire before Lowell broke it, his voice devoid of emotion. “Even if I attempted this, it would

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

frustration evident. “Do you have any concept of how deeply Shaun despises you right now? He refuses to acknowledge my existence. How exactly am I supposed to lure him

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voice cut like a

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

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 dare you talk