Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1752:

Dolores could hardly believe Tracy’s luck. She angrily asked, “Did you do something to prevent it?”

Tracy smirked, tilting her head. “I told you—you’re crazy. You should see a psychiatrist. Delusions are an illness too, you know.”

But Dolores refused to back down. “Tell me the truth! How could you possibly be alive?”

Without warning, Tracy slapped her, her voice turning ice-cold. “Why are you screaming at me? Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. You’ve already made a mess of your own life, even without me in the picture.”

Dolores cradled her stinging cheek, her gaze brimming with venomous hatred. Tracy met her glare without flinching. “No one is going to clean up your mess for you or carry the weight of your miserable choices. Let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

Dolores straightened, her expression cold. “I’ll outlive you.”

Tracy threw her head back and laughed. “Your life is an absolute joke, and you think you’ll outlive me? That’s priceless!”

Dolores clenched her jaw, her voice seething with venom. “Tracy, don’t fool yourself into thinking that just because you’re still alive, you can do whatever you please in my presence. I could still end your life.”

“You think you can kill me?” Tracy replied, her tone laced with amusement, before delivering another swift slap to Dolores’s face.

Instantly, Dolores’s cheek swelled, turning a deep shade of red. As the pride and joy of the Ruiz family, Dolores had never been subjected to such treatment. In a blind rage, she lunged forward, intent on striking Tracy.

But Tracy was no longer the same person; her body was now powerful and resilient. She saw through Dolores’s attack in an instant and deftly countered it. She looked at Dolores, who was retreating repeatedly but refusing to surrender, and let out a quiet laugh. “You want to kill me? Then you better succeed before I kill you, because if not, it’ll be your funeral soon, not mine.”

𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓬 𝗮𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ⓯𝓻𝗼𝓶 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺

A flicker of unease passed over Dolores’s face. She realized that with Tracy still alive, her life wouldn’t be so peaceful.noveldrama

Grimly, she said, “Just wait, I’ll make sure you’re dead soon enough.”

Avoiding Tracy’s unwavering gaze, she hurriedly left the crowd.

Watching Dolores retreat in a panic, Tracy couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. She muttered to herself, “How could I have ever thought Dolores was frightening? She’s just a pathetic coward. I must’ve been too weak before to let her bully me!”

With a final chuckle, she turned and stepped into the elevator.

When Dolores arrived at the Ruiz Group’s headquarters, Lowell was still in a meeting, so she waited in his office.

Lowell’s assistant entered with a cup of hot coffee, and upon seeing Dolores’s swollen face, he asked with concern, “Did someone strike you? Should I inform Mr. Ruiz and have him defend you?”

Dolores shook her head. “No, there’s no need for that. This is serious. I need to speak with Lowell after his meeting.”

The assistant nodded in understanding. “The meeting is only halfway through. You’ll need to wait a little longer.”

Dolores nodded. “It’s fine, you can go. I’ll wait for him.”

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