Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388:

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“I think Elyse is wonderful. I’d be happy to.”

A shadow fell over Pearce’s face at this exchange.

Felicia’s eyes sparkled with optimism.

“Wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“Perhaps now she can find some happiness.”

“I’ll be right back,” Victor said, excusing himself to use the restroom.

He then followed the path Elyse had taken earlier.

Pearce turned to Felicia.

“Why did you invite him? Are you trying to set him up with Elyse?” he asked, frustration tightening his voice.

“He’s not right for her. Please, don’t meddle!”

“Meddle? Elyse is single, and I’m concerned about her happiness,” Felicia snapped back, her tone heated.

“She is no longer a child,” Pearce said, his voice weary.

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“She’s mature enough to make her own choices. She doesn’t need us playing matchmaker.”

Pearce remembered how, when he first met Elyse, he had considered her naive and easily influenced. Yet, he soon discovered the resilience beneath her gentle facade.

Although she might seem unsure of her direction at times, she was fully capable of navigating her life and its challenges.

That was why he hadn’t initially opposed her marriage to Jayden, despite his misgivings about Jayden.

“Elyse can manage her own relationships,” he continued.

“Please stop worrying about her.”

“Enough!” Felicia slammed her hand on the table angrily.

“I wasn’t there for her before, and that’s how she ended up with Jayden Owen. I’ve lived with that regret. Now that I’m here, I won’t let her make another terrible mistake. I will decide who she marries! And you, stay out of it!”

Pearce stared at her, shocked.

“You can’t just dictate her life!” he exclaimed in protest.

“Why not? I’m her grandmother! With her parents gone, it’s my duty!” Felicia retorted, her stubborn resolve giving Pearce a deep headache. She was determined to control Elyse’s marital decisions and wouldn’t consider alternatives.

Pearce knew Elyse’s independent spirit well. He feared their grandma’s interference might push her to her breaking point. He rubbed his forehead, sensing the escalating tension.

Meanwhile, Victor, humming a tune, entered the yard, his eyes catching sight of Elyse’s back.

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