Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 234 Bee The Concertmaster

That evening, Elyse decided to hit the hay early. To ensure she wouldn't be late, she left at the crack of dawn the next morning for the concert hall to slip into her performance attire.

One by one, the orchestra members began to arrive. Spotting Darren, Elyse made her way over to

say hello, only to find him staring intently at something, his brow creased with concern.

"What's caught your eye?" Elyse inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Darren glanced at her and nodded towards Vicky. "Doesn't she seem a bit off to you?" Elyse followed his gaze to where Vicky was standing with a group of orchestra members, engrossed in their chat.

After observing for a moment, she shrugged and said, "She seems fine to me."

Nevertheless, Darren wasn't convinced. He walked up to Vicky, his steps brisk and purposeful. Grabbing her wrist, he demanded, "Vicky, cut the act!"

"Are you out of your mind? Let go!" Vicky retorted, her voice rising in anger as she yanked her hand away. Her sharp, nasal tone echoed through the room, drawing everyone's attention.

Darren sneered, "You're unwell and you hid it from us. What if you collapse during the performance and bring shame to our Celestial Sounds Symphony in front of

everyone?" Dov8 M

her voice raspy, "I'm

gir! standing nearby and instructed, "Ask the manager to e and have

and hurried off

dizziness overwhelmed her. She swayed,

hurried over and caught Vicky in her arms, steadying

Elyse asked with concern, "Are you running a fever? Have you taken any

herself, pushed Elyse away, and snapped, "I

her face a

remained silent,

clenched, Vicky couldn't resist

to check her temperature, but she dodged, clearly unwilling to cooperate. The manager, her patience wearing thin, fixed Vicky with a stern look. "Vicky,

can't afford to slip up now. If you're sick, it's better to rest instead of

for this. Please,

for everyone? And remember, even as concertmaster, you need to

before relenting. "Fine, give me the thermometer." The manager handed it over, and Vicky tucked it under her armpit. Fifteen minutes later, she returned

have a high fever! Why are you

her lips pressed tightly together,

the staff, the manager decided to appoint a

took a step back, her

tone, "I need to inform the concert hall