Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 29 Elyse's Outburst

Elyse dashed towards the car with a mix of relief and curiosity, swiftly opening the door and sliding inside. "Why are you here?" she questioned.

"All the staff heard about the buzz surrounding you. I came to check on you. So, it's true that you've been booted from the orchestra," Jayden remarked, his gaze assessing her with a hint of judgment.

Elyse felt a flush of embarrassment and fumbled with her words. "The online news spread like wildfire, and everyone in the orchestra found out. They had no choice but to let me go..." Noticing Jayden's scrutinizing stare, she trailed off, feeling like a scolded child.

"Let's head home now. Start the car," Jayden instructed.

Turning to Elyse, he continued, "This whole debacle seems targeted at you. Your name's

plastered everywhere while Theo's hidden under an alias. Think about it, who could be behind this?"

After a moment of reflection, she hesitantly suggested, "Maybe Kaelyn Bennett. But I'm done with Theo. I don't see why she'd come after me."

As she pondered, her phone rang once more, displaying an unknown number. With confusion, she

answered, "Hello, who's calling?"

"You actually picked up. You're Elyse Lloyd, right? You're a disgraceful,

voice on the other

Jayden

that? Why would someone curse at me like that? I don't even

the

her phone and removed the SIM

just

he soon

info's been leaked online. Everyone's got your

Elyse struggled to comprehend who bore such a vehement grudge against

butler voiced his indignation, "Fret not. We've got your back online. You're the wronged party,

despondent demeanor, Jayden inquired, "So, feeling overwhelmed by

I'm just baffled by who could harbor such animosity towards

you, some adore you. Don't our staff adore you

looked around at the butler Driscoll and the loyal maids, a lump formed in her throat. "You're right. I shouldn't let it get me

moment's reflection, she declared, "I'll record a video, explaining what happened at the wedding and dispelling

creased Driscoll's brow as he interjected, "Will that really help? The online mob is relentless. Our fingers are sore from all the typing and

entirely sure. "I'm not sure, but I'll give it a

at me, can I? Besides, everyone here has my back. How could I chicken

now?".