Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1307

Chapter 1307:

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The cleaning lady, tears staining her cheeks, retorted, “You claim ignorance? Elyse, does your heart not weigh heavy with guilt when you deny knowing me?”

Recognition slowly dawned on Elyse as she finally placed the face. “Thea Benson?” she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

Thea’s response was cold and venomous. “You still remember me, huh? Are you satisfied now, seeing how low I’ve fallen?”

Elyse’s confusion deepened as she scrutinized Thea, who looked nothing like the privileged Benson heiress she once knew.

Taking advantage of Elyse’s distracted state, Thea continued her plaintive pleas. “Elyse, for the love of all that is good, speak to Grandma. End this agony. You’re destroying me!”

Elyse’s expression twisted in bewildered innocence. “I swear, I’ve never wronged you. There must be some mistake.”

Thea’s voice rose to a feverish pitch. “How dare you stand there and deny your deeds? Have the memories of your actions truly faded? What could I possibly have done to deserve such cold-heartedness from you?”

Chloe’s voice pierced the escalating chaos, sharp and commanding. “Security, get her out now! Is this how we let someone tarnish my artist’s reputation? Are we just going to stand here like statues?”

Her words jolted the crew into immediate action. Feeling the imminent threat, Thea shielded her face and screamed.

“Don’t hurt me! I’m innocent!”

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and she slumped to the floor, unconscious. A production assistant rushed to scoop Thea up and carried her away.

Trembling with fury, Chloe was incensed. This debacle had unfolded live, and the crew’s delayed reaction was utterly unacceptable.

Chloe stormed off the stage, signaling frantically to the staff. Reacting without hesitation, the director cut to a commercial break, desperately trying to salvage the situation.

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Chloe, livid, confronted the bewildered staff with intensity. “Who was that woman? How did she get past security? Why wasn’t she stopped sooner?”

Her anger mounted as she continued, “This is live! Do you realize the uproar this incident has caused online? Your negligence has dragged my artist through the mud!”

The staff exchanged uneasy looks, silence hanging heavily in the room. The chief director remained silent. Suddenly, a production assistant burst into the room.

“She was faking it! We were about to call an ambulance when she just ran off!”

Elyse let out a weary sigh. “We need to keep the show moving, don’t we?”

Chloe faced her, solemn and concerned. “An incident just occurred on live TV. It’s your call if you want to stop.” The air was thick with tension. Halting the show could spell disaster.

Elyse shook her head, recalling advice she had once received: an artist must show resilience, no matter the challenge.

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