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

raspy, "I'm not sick! Stop

nearby and instructed, "Ask the manager to e and have her

and hurried off

her, but dizziness overwhelmed her. She swayed, fighting the urge

over and caught

concern, "Are you running a fever?

Elyse away, and snapped, "I told you, I'm fine! Just

over at Darren, her face a mix of

silent, his

Vicky couldn't

to cooperate. The manager, her patience wearing thin, fixed Vicky with a stern look. "Vicky, this is not the time for stubbornness.

to slip up now. If you're sick, it's

practiced so hard for this.

And remember, even as concertmaster, you

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

the reading and exclaimed in frustration, "You have a high fever! Why are you so set on performing? Don't you care about your

her lips pressed tightly together, Vicky

with the staff, the manager decided to

the crowd's eyes on her, Elyse took a step back, her voice

a steady tone, "I need to inform the concert