Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1765:

Sensing something amiss, Tracy leaned in, her voice edged with concern. “What happened?”

Elyse exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Jennie just called, sounding rattled, and said she did something bad.”

Tracy’s eyes widened. “Wait—could she have followed Corrie’s orders? Didn’t you say Corrie had her wrapped around her finger?”

A wave of realization crashed over Elyse. “That’s right. How could I have overlooked that?” She sprang to her feet. “I need to find Brook. Maybe he knows what’s going on.”

Meanwhile, Jennie slipped her phone into her pocket with a sigh, frustration weighing heavy on her shoulders. She sat in a quiet café nestled within the shopping mall, the usual buzz of patrons strangely absent.

Camille returned, practically bouncing into her seat across from Jennie. She took a sip of her

forced a small, feigned look of surprise, sweeping her gaze around the empty

course, she wasn’t actually surprised—she knew full well that Corrie had

anxiety brewing behind Jennie’s eyes. Her brows knit together. “Jennie, you look exhausted. If you’re not feeling well,

the words withered on her tongue. Instead, she mustered a bitter smile

words settled, she buried her face in

didn’t pry any further. Seeing Jennie in so much pain made her heart

satisfied sigh. A sudden wave of dizziness crashed over her. Pressing her fingertips to her temples, she murmured, “Jennie, don’t beat yourself up. I’m not as fragile or clueless as you think. Don’t carry all this guilt—I trust you. And when I wake up, we’ll still be friends…” Her voice trailed off as her body went limp,

clenched her fists, her stomach twisting. She couldn’t bring

now on

the sharp click of high heels against the floor—Corrie’s signature entrance. Corrie strode up to Camille, gripping a handful of her hair and tilting her head this way and that, inspecting her like a