Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1761:noveldrama

Lowell seized the opening. “Even you can’t promise that, can you? So why should I put my future in the hands of strangers when I can build something stable on my own terms?”

Silence hung in the air. For the first time, Leon truly looked at his son—not just as an heir, but as a man with his own convictions.

After a long pause, his voice softened, but his stance remained firm. “Life is unpredictable, Lowell. Your sister’s future is ruined. Now, all my hopes rest on you. A wealthy, influential wife can offer you a level of support that an ordinary woman never could.”

Lowell’s lips curled into a wry smile. “And in return, I’d be doomed to a lifetime of misery. Is that really what you want for me?”

Leon frowned. “Do you really like that woman that much?”

Lowell didn’t answer immediately. He let the weight of the moment settle before speaking. “After meeting her, I realized… building a family could actually be something beautiful.”

Lucille, who had remained quiet until now, finally lost her composure. “You’re blinded by love! You’ve let this so-called romance completely cloud your judgment!”

Leon’s expression remained unreadable, his silence stretching unbearably long. Then, at last, he let out a slow sigh and said, “Fine. We’ll meet her.”

Lucille folded her arms. “Yes! We need to see for ourselves. If she’s truly exceptional… maybe we’ll reconsider.”

Lowell hadn’t expected this outcome, but he wasn’t about to squander the opportunity. He studied their expressions for a moment before nodding. “Alright. I’ll set up a time and let you know.”

Dolores had been watching the entire exchange unfold, but nothing had prepared her for this outcome. “Mom? Dad? Weren’t you here to scold him? Why are you meeting his girlfriend instead? This isn’t fair!”

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Lowell shot her a sharp look as he fired back, “Don’t lump me in with you. What I did is nothing like your mess. And unlike you, I’m actually capable of handling things.”

Dolores felt as if all her efforts had been for nothing. The anger simmering inside her built up like a pressure valve ready to burst.

Propping herself against the table, she seethed for a moment, then suddenly erupted. “No! Mom, Dad, you can’t meet his girlfriend!”

Lucille turned to her, brows knitting in confusion. “Why not? What is it about this woman that bothers you so much? Lowell is serious about her.”

Lowell didn’t say a word. He only watched his sister with a knowing gleam in his eyes. He was gambling on one thing—that she wouldn’t dare spill the truth about what she had done.

But then, to his utter surprise, she did.

Dolores bit her lip, then blurted out, “You can’t meet her because I tried to kill her! She’s only alive because she survived—and she’s back for revenge! Lowell wants to marry a woman who hates our whole family. I won’t allow it!”

Silence crashed down like a landslide.

For what felt like an eternity, no one moved. No one breathed. Lucille was the first to recover, though her voice trembled with disbelief. “You… you tried to murder someone?”

Dolores panicked as she scrambled to defend herself. “It wasn’t intentional! And Tracy Bernard didn’t even die! She’s alive and well—and she’s carrying Lowell’s child! That hardly qualifies as murder!”

“It was murder. I was there. I saw you push Tracy off that cliff with my own eyes.” Lowell’s voice was maddeningly even.

Dolores paled. “I—I didn’t push her on purpose! It was… it was the wind! A gust of wind blew her off the cliff!”

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