Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1734:

She patted Jennie’s bruised cheek mockingly. “Don’t forget—I have your dear best friend in my grasp. One word from me, and she vanishes. Think carefully before you defy me.”

Upon hearing Corrie’s threat, the spark in Jennie’s eyes dimmed. She told herself she couldn’t afford to clash with Corrie just yet. No matter how much it stung, she had to hold her ground for now—her best friend’s life depended on it.

She couldn’t let her friend suffer.

Corrie, sensing Jennie’s resolve weakening, couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

She reached out and cupped Jennie’s face gently, her smile widening as she spoke. “Brook’s heading out of town on a business trip for a few days. I need you to figure out how to get Camille to meet me while he’s gone.”

Jennie hesitated, confusion flickering in her eyes. “I arranged to meet her… and then what?”

Corrie’s voice was cold but composed as she spoke again. “You ask me? That’s not something you need to worry about.” She leaned in slightly, her gaze sharp. “I know how you are—a good person, who can’t bear to see her friend in pain. So here’s the deal: fulfill this simple request, and I’ll make sure your friend walks away unharmed. You’ll both be able to live your lives without any more complications.”

Jennie’s heart thudded in her chest. She swallowed hard, the weight of the decision pressing on her. “What do you plan to do with Camille?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Corrie’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “That’s none of your business. Don’t worry, I’ve already shown you mercy by keeping you out of what comes next. So don’t interfere,” she replied curtly.

With that, she stood up, her movements graceful, and returned to her seat. She picked up her coffee, savoring the aroma with a slight smile before turning her attention back to Jennie.noveldrama

“Get up. I only slapped you twice, so don’t act like I’ve done worse. Sit down and drink the coffee I ordered for you.”

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Jennie stumbled to her feet, still reeling from the exchange. Slowly, she sank back into the chair, her hands wrapped around the cup, staring blankly at the steaming liquid as thoughts swirled in her mind.

She wasn’t in the mood to enjoy her coffee; all she wanted was to leave. After a long pause, she finally spoke up, her voice low, “Have you said everything? Can I leave now?”

Corrie gave a sharp nod, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You can leave once you finish the coffee.”

Jennie hesitated, her gaze flicking from the cup to Corrie. The weight of the situation was crushing her. She just wanted to leave, to get out of the suffocating room. But she knew Corrie wouldn’t let her go without drinking it. With a deep breath, she picked up the cup, her hand trembling slightly, and forced herself to gulp it all down in one go.

The moment the last drop passed her lips, she set the cup down with a shaky hand. She didn’t wait another second. Grabbing her purse, she stood up and rushed for the door, desperate to get away.

Behind her, Corrie clutched her stomach, her laughter ringing out cruelly. She watched Jennie leave, the sound of her laughter laced with a mocking, almost delighted tone as if the entire scene had been nothing more than a performance for her amusement.

Corrie’s laughter echoed in Jennie’s ears, sharp and mocking. It made her stomach turn, urging her to walk faster, trying to outrun the sound.

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