Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1402:

“Exactly! So go tell your sister to move on. I never loved her. If I did, why would I marry someone else?”

Lowell’s lips parted, but no words came out. Finally, he managed to ask,

“But your wife…?”

Before he could finish, the bodyguard placed a firm hand on Lowell’s shoulder.

“Sir, don’t,” the bodyguard warned quietly.

Lowell looked at him, sensing the unspoken tension.

Shaun, meanwhile, frowned, clearly annoyed.

“What about my wife? Do you know where she is? Can you get her to visit me? I’ve been stuck here all this time, and she hasn’t even come to see me!”

Lowell’s expression was conflicted. After a moment, he replied softly,

“I don’t have her contact information. You’ll have to ask someone else.”

Shaun slumped against the pillow, his disappointment evident as he fumbled with his phone, clearly done with the conversation.

Despite his efforts falling flat, Lowell wouldn’t back down.

“Shaun, would you join me to visit my sister? She’s really looking forward to seeing you.”

Ignoring Lowell, Shaun stared blankly ahead. Lowell stood quietly, his presence persistent as he waited for a response.

Ten minutes dragged on. The silence grew heavy until Shaun finally cracked, flinging his phone aside in frustration.

“What’s with you? Why this obsession with me visiting your sister?”noveldrama

Lowell, although pained by Shaun’s irritation, was driven by a need to fulfill his sister’s wishes—a promise he had kept since childhood.

“It’s just a quick visit. You see her, and we’re out. That’s all.”

“Fine, a quick visit,” Shaun grumbled, his annoyance palpable. He swung his legs off the bed, snatched the coat from the bodyguard, and strode out with brisk pace.

Lowell kept up, leading the way to his sister’s hospital ward.

Dolores was a study in patience, lying in her hospital bed, her eyes flickering with the ghost of mobility.

If she had the strength, she would have ventured out to find Shaun herself.

The moment the door creaked open, anticipation lit up her face. Shaun entered, his features carved in stern lines.

Dolores, overcome with joy at the sight of him, tried to speak, her voice stifled by the oxygen mask.

Quick to ease her discomfort, Lowell removed the mask gently.

“Shaun… you’re here. I’ve missed you terribly,” Dolores murmured, her voice trembling as tears gathered in her eyes.

Shaun’s face remained unreadable, his words sharp.

“You look awful.”

“Crying just makes it worse.”

Stunned, Dolores stared at him, her heart sinking.

Lowell quickly stepped in.

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