Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1778:

Tracy sighed wistfully. “You’re lucky, you know, to have found your Mr. Right. When will mine come knocking?”

As if on cue, Shaun appeared in the doorway, clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Tracy shot him a withering look. “If you’re not feeling well, go see a doctor. Don’t spread it to us!”

Shaun’s expression faltered, wounded. “I just wanted to say you could marry me, and I’d make you just as happy.”

Tracy retorted fiercely, “Jayden is in a league of his own. You can’t hold a candle to him.”

Shaun’s face contorted with disbelief. “Is Jayden really that great?”

“Yeah,” Tracy stated matteroffactly. “You’re nothing compared to him.”

Shaun’s expression darkened completely. Him—not as good as Jayden? It was the most ludicrous thing he’d ever heard.

“You can’t just ignore reality because you’re angry with me,” Shaun said seriously.

Tracy arched an eyebrow. “Reality? Do tell.”

Shaun replied, “The fact is that I’m the catch here, not Jayden.” Tracy just scoffed and fell silent, refusing to dignify his words with a response.

Elyse calmly accepted the milk from Driscoll and began her breakfast, reflecting that in some ways Tracy and Shaun made quite the pair. After finishing her meal, she wandered into the living room and found Jayden locked in a tense phone conversation.

“Uncle Jordy is dead? Where’s the body? I’ll head there immediately.” Jayden hung up abruptly, snatched his coat, and stormed for the door.

Elyse hurried after him, concern etched on her face. “Jordy passed away? Where is he? I want to come with you,” she implored.

Jayden’s brow furrowed. “It’s best if you stay here. His death was quite shocking, and I don’t want to expose you to that.”

“What about his wife?” Elyse pressed. “Let me go and offer her some comfort in this difficult time.”

Jayden hesitated, his expression conflicted. “She…”

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“Her husband died,” Elyse interrupted gently. “Hiding it from her won’t change the situation.”

After a moment’s consideration, Jayden relented with a sigh. “All right. But please stay in the car.”

When they arrived at the scene, the area was cordoned off by police tape and officers milled about, conducting their investigation. Brook, looking haggard and worn, was deep in conversation with the authorities. Upon noticing Jayden’s arrival, he excused himself and made his way over.

Jayden’s jaw clenched, his expression grim. “Where is Uncle Jordy?”

Brook gestured toward a dilapidated building in the distance. “Over in that abandoned factory. It’s not the primary crime scene—just where they dumped him. We had people scouring the area for hours yesterday with no luck. A homeless man finally made the grim discovery.”

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