Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1788:

Lucille’s instincts screamed that something was off, but she swallowed her doubts and helped zip the last bag. Just then, a sharp rap echoed at the door.

Lucille started forward, but Dolores gripped her arm. “Wait—don’t open it.”

“What’s the big deal?” Lucille asked, baffled.

Dolores didn’t answer. She tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole. Relief washed over her when she recognized the delivery boy she’d ordered face masks from.

She cracked the door open—and a squad of police officers flooded inside.noveldrama

Lucille stood frozen. “What on earth—why are the police barging into our home?”

Dolores went ashen, her suitcase forgotten at her feet. The lead officer scanned the room, his gaze settling on Dolores and the packed bags.

“Miss Dolores Ruiz, you’re under suspicion for attempted murder. You’ll need to come with us,” he declared.

Dolores recoiled. “Why? Where’s your proof that I tried to kill anyone?”

The officer’s voice was steely. “If you’re so keen to see the evidence, you can view it at the station.” He turned to his team. “Take her in.”

Lucille sprang forward, desperation in her voice. “On what grounds are you dragging my daughter away? Who did she hurt?”

The officer’s tone turned grim. “Shaun Kennedy and Tracy Bernard are fighting for their lives in the operating room right now. Ma’am, if they don’t pull through, your daughter is in deeper trouble than you can imagine.” With that, the officers hauled Dolores away.

Lucille stood in stunned silence, her mind spinning. Finally, she pulled herself together and fumbled for her phone.

The moment the call connected, Lucille’s words tumbled out in a frantic sob. “Lowell, the police just arrested Dolores! You’ve got to do something, fast.”

A heavy silence stretched over the line before Lowell finally spoke, his voice low. “What has she been arrested for?”

“They’re saying she tried to kill others,” Lucille choked out between tears.

A sinking feeling coiled in Lowell’s gut. He swallowed his rising panic and pressed, “Who did she hurt?”

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Lucille’s voice broke as she wailed, “Shaun and Tracy—they’re both in critical condition at the hospital. Please, Lowell, you have to help Dolores. She is on her way to jail!”

“She has earned her place behind bars!” Lowell snapped, his tone icecold. He hung up without another word and bolted from his office. But instead of racing to the police station, his feet carried him to the hospital.

As he scoured the halls for Tracy’s operating room, his eyes landed on Elyse. Relief flickered—he had found Tracy’s location. He hurried over, breathless. “Elyse, how is Tracy holding up?”

Elyse’s gaze met his, a storm of emotions swirling within her. “Tracy is still in surgery,” she replied, her voice measured. “But brace yourself, Lowell… the baby might not make it.”

Lowell’s face blanched, the color draining like water from a broken dam. His voice trembled as he forced out the words, “Our baby… isn’t going to survive?”

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