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

shouted back, her voice raspy, "I'm

instructed, "Ask the manager to e and have her

nodded and hurried

panic, Vicky tried to stop her, but dizziness overwhelmed her. She

caught Vicky in her arms, steadying

with concern, "Are you running a

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

looked over at Darren, her face a mix of frustration

remained silent,

couldn't resist shooting a

her patience wearing thin, fixed Vicky with a stern look. "Vicky, this is not the time for stubbornness. We can't risk any mishaps during our first

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

so hard for this. Please, don't

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

lip, hesitating only a moment before relenting. "Fine, give me the thermometer." The manager handed it over, and Vicky tucked it under her armpit. Fifteen minutes

in frustration, "You have a high fever! Why are you so set on performing?

lips pressed tightly together, Vicky offered no

the manager decided to

Elyse took a step back, her voice tinged with nerves. "Is

tone, "I need to