Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1711:

Bewilderment crossed Dolores’s face at his outburst. “What’s wrong with you? I haven’t done anything to make things difficult for you, have I? You’re my brother. Isn’t it natural for you to help me?”

Lowell shook his head, weariness seeping into his features. “No, I shouldn’t help you. It’s because I helped you that I regret it. I regret meddling in your affairs.”

Confusion flickered across Dolores’s face, but Lowell knew better than to expect understanding from her. His voice turned to ice as he delivered his final verdict. “There’s nothing more to discuss. Leave. I need to start working.”

Dolores exhaled sharply, her glare piercing through Lowell before she snatched her purse and stormed out of the office.

As the echoes of his sister’s departure faded, Lowell released a heavy sigh of relief, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders.

Though he had once been his sister’s willing accomplice, that single incident had changed everything. Now, the mere thought of helping Dolores filled him with revulsion.

Lowell raised his left hand, studying it in the harsh office light. The memory of that day—when he personally ended a young girl’s life—remained etched into his very being.

word of it to anyone, carrying this darkness in his

won’t help her again. Never again,” he murmured

sat at an outdoor café in the mall,

from him, his bodyguard leaned in and murmured, “The Ruiz family has been showing up a lot lately. I have

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set his coffee cup down, his expression unreadable. “Your boss once told me Dolores seems gentle, but underneath it, she’s unhinged. If

uncertain of where this was

a slow sip of his coffee and said casually, “Find a guy. If

and sent a

running through him. His gaze flicked to the far corner of the mall, where someone was inching closer, tying—and failing—to

were as incompetent as

their uses. Less effort,