Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1787:

He collapsed to the ground, still cradling her, as a warm, sticky sensation seeped between her thighs.

“Tracy, don’t be scared… This time, I’ll keep you safe…” His voice was a fragile whisper, trailing off as darkness claimed him.

Tracy shook violently, her mind reeling, until a surge of clarity jolted her into action. She fumbled for her phone and hit the emergency button—Elyse had insisted she program it, haunted by a gnawing dread of what might happen. One press summoned their family’s private security team.

Guided by the phone’s GPS, the security crew arrived to a grim scene: Tracy and Shaun sprawled on the pavement, a dark tide pooling beneath him.

Moments later, Elyse and Jayden swept onto the scene in a whirlwind of urgency. They bundled Tracy and Shaun into the security vehicles and raced them to the hospital without delay. Within minutes, both were ushered into the operating room, the doors swinging shut behind them with a decisive thud.

Elyse lingered outside the operating room, her nerves frayed as Tracy battled through surgery. The wait was agonizing, her stomach tied in knots.

Just then, her phone buzzed with Jayden’s call. She answered, her voice heavy with exhaustion, “Has Shaun’s surgery wrapped up?”

“Not yet,” Jayden replied. “The doctors are still fighting to pull him through. But I’ve uncovered the culprit behind the car accident—it was Dolores. The police are already on it.”

“What? Dolores?” Elyse’s temper flared like wildfire. “Has she lost her marbles? Does she think she’s above the law, plowing into them like that?”

“If the Ruiz family tries to throw a shield around Dolores…” Jayden began, but Elyse cut him off, her words sharp as a blade.

“No way we let them sweep this under the rug. Dolores has to pay for what she has done!”

Jayden’s voice steadied her. “Even if they try, they’re out of luck. I’ve rung Shaun’s folks—they’re racing over here now.”

“We’re not letting Dolores slip through our fingers, are we?” Elyse pressed.noveldrama

Jayden gave a firm nod over the line. “Not a chance. She had the gall to pull this stunt right under our noses. We’re not about to let her off the hook.”

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Elyse ended the call, her heart sinking like a stone as she stared at the operating room doors.

“Tracy, you’ve got to pull through,” she whispered to herself, clinging to hope.

Lucille showed up at Dolores’s apartment, a food container in hand, ready to smooth things over. She planned to lift Dolores’s spirits, brush off the drama with Lowell and Tracy, and mend fences after their last spat. But she froze when she saw Dolores frantically stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Lucille asked, her brow knitting in confusion.

Dolores, jittery as a cat on a hot tin roof, muttered, “I’ve got a flight booked. Once I’m done packing, I’m hightailing it to the airport.”

“Why the rush? Your dad’s still laid up in the hospital, far from fighting fit,” Lucille’s tone soured.

“Mom, it’s urgent this time,” Dolores said, her voice trembling. “I’ll only be gone a little while. I’ll be back before you know it. Please tell Dad not to worry.”

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