Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1751:noveldrama

Lowell snapped back to reality and said sharply, “Listen to me, Dolores. You need to stop holding on to these feelings for Shaun. If you keep pushing, he might end up doing something reckless. Your reputation is already in shambles. I will help you find someone else in a few years. But if you keep provoking Shaun, and he does something stupid, I might not be able to help you.”

A heavy silence hung in the air. Dolores finally swallowed her frustration and resentment before saying, “I understand. I won’t act recklessly anymore.” Lowell gave a firm nod. “That’s for the best. Now, go home and get some rest.” Dolores hesitated, her gaze flickering to the corner of his mouth with concern. “At least come with me to the hospital. You need to get that treated.”

Lowell waved her off, shaking his head. “There’s no need. It’s nothing serious. Go home, and don’t worry about me.”

She frowned and said, “Why are you so stubborn? I’m just asking you to go to the hospital with me—it’s not going to hurt you. Your mouth is injured.” As she spoke, she reached out to grab his arm. “At least get some ointment. You can’t just ignore the wound.”

Lowell sidestepped her hand and said, “It’s nothing. I’m heading back to the office. Drive home safely.”

Dolores let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. But tomorrow morning, I’m going to the hospital to pick up some ointment for you.”

Lowell smirked, shaking his head. “Busybody.” Without another word, he pressed the elevator button and stepped inside. Their conversation had helped Dolores calm down a bit.

Back home, she slept soundly through the night. The next morning, she went straight to the hospital to pick up the ointment for Lowell.

After buying the ointment, she texted him to let him know she was on her way to the office. His response was brief—he was in a meeting.

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝗶𝙨𝗰𝗼𝙫𝗲𝗿𝙮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷⪻𝖼𝗈𝗺

Rolling her eyes, she tucked her phone away and hurried out of the elevator. As she moved through the hospital lobby, she brushed past a woman.

After a few hurried steps, she suddenly stopped, an inexplicable force compelling her to turn around.

Her gaze locked onto the woman’s back, and an unfamiliar sense of familiarity sent her heart racing. Something felt off. Without thinking, she rushed forward.

Engrossed in her phone, Tracy was caught off guard when a firm grip latched onto her arm.

“Tracy! It’s really you! You are alive!” Dolores cried out, gripping Tracy tightly as soon as she recognized her face.

But the relief was fleeting. Her expression twisted into disbelief. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be dead! You fell into the sea. Why are you still alive?”

Her voice rang out, sharp and incredulous, drawing the attention of bystanders who paused to watch the unfolding drama.

Tracy stiffened in surprise at the sight of Dolores but quickly regained her composure. A flicker of malice stirred within her.

With a flick of her wrist, she shook off Dolores’s grasp. “Are you out of your mind? Do you want to announce to the world that you’re a murderer?”

Dolores’s face darkened like a brewing storm. “This doesn’t make sense. How did you not die? That cliff was treacherous, and the currents below were deadly! No one could have survived that fall.”

Tracy’s lips curved into a slow, taunting smile when she saw the disbelief on Dolores’s face. “You are such a fool. Did you really think I was like you? If you had fallen, you would have been beyond saving. But I survived because I’m blessed.”

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