Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1745:

Bertha spoke sharply, her impatience clear. “Are you going to help, or will you just keep making excuses? After all this endless talking, it’s clear you have no intention of helping Mitchel. Why waste your breath pretending otherwise? And then you even turn around and blame us for not helping you!”

Corrie’s frustration erupted into a scream. “Is that really what I mean? Why is it that you never understand me? Are you deliberately acting clueless, or do you truly not get it?”

Bertha, still brimming with impatience, snapped back. “Fine, if you refuse to help Mitchel, so be it. But you must marry Brook. The Owen family has wealth and influence. Can you really let such a good opportunity slip away?”

Corrie’s voice trembled with emotion. “You just don’t understand. Brook is constantly surrounded by women. Every time I drive one away, another appears to take her place!”

Bertha’s irritation grew. “Then find a way to make sure his heart belongs to you alone. Do you have any idea how much our family has gained from your marriage to him? Your life has improved beyond recognition because we secured this match for you.”

what? Am I supposed to handle everything alone from here

for yourself? Didn’t we arrange a perfectly good marriage

shattering something fragile within her. Without another word, she ended the call, her hand trembling as she set

leaving her hollow and weightless, floating somewhere beyond reach. The world outside blurred, time rushing past like a cold, merciless wind. In that strange, suspended moment, every sound

out more

reclaimed control over her trembling limbs. She drove home in silence, then sat alone in the dark, her teeth sinking into

a way. No one will stand between me

his gaze fixed blankly on the documents before him. His work was done. In the past, he would have already

in the darkness. Strangely, when he held her in that quiet space, it never felt unnatural. Instead, it felt comforting. It was a warmth unlike anything he had ever

to understand that the warmth he longed for wasn’t just physical—it was the