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.”

“That’s right, son. You handle this. I’m too

she couldn’t bear the thought of Shaun’s wedding? You found such a clever way to destroy his special day. You did

Lowell’s features. Now he remembered why those words had

devoid of emotion. “Even if I

want to help me,

concept of how deeply Shaun despises you right now? He refuses to acknowledge my existence. How exactly am I supposed to lure him out

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶

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

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

him yourself,” Lowell said coolly, arms crossed. “Don’t drag the whole family into this just because you can’t

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