Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1303

Chapter 1303:

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As the realization set in, Elyse spoke up, her voice cold. “Debora, are you still thinking of contacting the media?”

Feeling increasingly cornered by Elyse and Pearce’s intense scrutiny, Debora instinctively took a step back, her voice wavering with uncertainty. “What do you mean by that?”

Pearce’s response was blunt. “What we mean is, if you go ahead and disclose this, we’ll be forced to respond accordingly.”

Debora stared at Elyse, her voice laced with shock. “Are you seriously saying you didn’t deceive me? You actually murdered my grandpa?”

Elyse shook her head, her expression resolute. “Murder? He was responsible for the death of my child. In light of that, my actions were merely retribution.”

Debora’s tone sharpened, disbelief mixing with anger. “You took his life for that of an unborn child?”

Without warning, Elyse struck Debora across the face, her eyes blazing with fury. The slap landed hard, leaving Debora’s cheek red and swollen, the imprint of Elyse’s hand clearly visible.

Staggering back, Debora pressed her hand to her stinging cheek, her voice trembling with disbelief. “How could you hit me?”

Elyse, her hand still raised, shot back with intensity, “Shouldn’t I? You think you’re above reproach?” Her eyes narrowed into a menacing glare. “Say another word against my child, and it will be the last thing you do.”

It had been a long time since Debora last saw Elyse, and she remembered her as soft and yielding. She hadn’t realized the extent of Elyse’s transformation—this new Elyse was unrecognizable, fiercer than she could have ever anticipated.

Jayden, who had been watching the confrontation silently, finally intervened. “Stop this, Debora. This matter is beyond you. Let your parents pursue justice for him. They probably don’t even know you’re here, right?”

Humiliation and anger flashed in Debora’s eyes as she clenched her jaw, unwilling to show weakness.

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Elyse interrupted with a sharp, probing look. “Jayden, are you trying to send her away because you think I’ll harm her?”

Jayden was acutely aware of how volatile Elyse could become when it came to anything related to her child. Although she stood quietly now, he could sense her internal agony. He knew her deeply, especially her profound connection to her lost child, which had driven a deep wedge between them—a gap he had been tirelessly trying to bridge.

Before Jayden could respond, Debora interjected fiercely, “I don’t need his protection. Now I understand you orchestrated my grandpa’s death! You monster, I won’t let this go.”

As Debora turned to storm out, Driscoll and the household staff obstructed her exit.

“What is this? How dare you block my way? Don’t you recognize who I am?” Debora demanded, her voice sharp.

Jayden exhaled wearily. “They know exactly who you are. But they can’t let you leave if you intend to harm Elyse.”

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