Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 518:

Morgan took a sip of water, her eyes flitting between Elyse and Jayden. She laughed softly. “It’s clear you both

care deeply for each other. If there's a misunderstanding, it’s best to discuss it openly. It could hurt your

relationship otherwise.”

Elyse slowly turned her gaze to Jayden, her voice steady. “There's nothing misunderstood between us, is there?”

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Jayden remained silent, fearful that any further words might upset Elyse, risking harm to the baby she was

carrying.

Scratching her head, Morgan sensed tension brewing between them. Feeling awkward about intervening without

their invitation, she decided to steer the conversation away from their issues.

Moments later, a nurse walked in and addressed Jayden, “The old lady Ms. Dorothy Conner in Ward 1102 is

awake. You're welcto visit her now.”

Elyse’s face lit up with excitement. “She’s awake? | need to see her.”

After delivering the message, the nurse exited the room.

Driscoll, who had been tidying up the table, was ready to suggest he could accompany Elyse to see Dorothy

later. However, his eyes inadvertently met Jayden’s. Jayden, silent as ever, gripped the armrests of his

wheelchair, clearly eager to go as well but too shy to express it.

Driscoll sighed silently, convinced that Jayden deserved the frosty reception he was getting. He had attempted

several times to show Jayden how his actions could damage his relationship with Elyse. Lies were never kind.

Once Elyse discovered the deception, their marriage would surely face a crisis. Trust, after all, was the

foundation of any solid partnership.

Having watched Jayden grow up, Driscoll felt a duty to intervene. He couldn't just stand by and watch Jayden risk

losing his wife.

Therefore, with a grave tone, Driscoll told Elyse, “I need to clean the table and can’t accompany you right now.

Would it be alright if Mr. Owen goes with you instead?”

Elyse, tilting her head, gave Jayden a silent glance. She then pulled back her blanket and slowly rose from the

bed. Taking Morgan's hand, she headed toward the door of the ward.

Jayden saw the reluctance in Elyse’s demeanor, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes. Driscoll noticed

Jayden wasn’t moving and grew anxious. “Sir, why are you still sitting there? Hurry up and follow her!”

Jayden muttered, “She didn’t askto accompany her.”

Elyse had already disappeared from view. Driscoll snapped, frustration lacing his words, “Her silence is consent!

If you keep acting like this, | fear you won't be able to keep her by your side.”

Jayden’s expression darkened at Driscoll’s words. He couldn't grasp how a woman's quiet agreement could be

seen as genuine consent. The idea struck him as absurd. It reminded him of a phrase Peyton and his friends

often tossed around: “Women are complicated and unpredictable.”

With a click of his tongue, Jayden resigned himself to the fact that women were indeed a puzzle too intricate to

solve easily. Determined, he strode faster to catch up with Elyse, and just as he reached her, the elevator doors

slid open. He stepped inside alongside Elyse and Morgan.

Morgan, sandwiched between the pair, sensed the tension hanging thick in the air. Looking to lighten the mood,

she chimed in, “Who's Dorothy Conner? You seem really concerned about her. Is she your grandma?”

Elyse shook her head and replied, “No, she’s just an old lady | know.”

Her thoughts drifted to a recent conversation with Dorothy, who had urged them to look for someone named

“Janet.” Thad passed, and still, there had been no word of Janet.

As the elevator reached their floor, they exited and made their way to Ward 1102.

Elyse led the way, pushing the door open. Upon seeing Dorothy up and about, she exclaimed in surprise, “Why

did you sit up?”

Dorothy remained silent, her gaze unblinking as she stared through Elyse. Feeling unnerved by the intensity of

Dorothy's stare, Elyse hesitated, caught between moving forward and stepping back.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that Dorothy was not actually looking at her, but at someone behind her.

“What's going on? Why are you just standing there? Let's get inside!” Morgan's voice interrupted her thoughts

from behind. She placed her hands on Elyse’s shoulders and nudged her gently forward before stepping aside to

see Dorothy herself.

Upon seeing the elderly woman, Morgan felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest. Though she didn’t recognize

Dorothy, there was something painfully familiar about her that tugged at her heartstrings, almost bringing her to

tears.

Meanwhile, Elyse, fixated on Dorothy, didn’t catch Morgan’s emotional turmoil. She did, however, notice a subtle

shift in Dorothy’s expression as her cloudy eyes met Morgan's.

A mixture of recognition and confusion swirled within them, emotions that seemed both foreign and familiar to

Elyse.

After a moment of contemplation, a thought struck Elyse with clarity. “A mother, driven to the brink by the loss of

her child, finds sanity once more upon their return,” she mused, the words becoming distinct in her mind.