Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1762:

Lucille was at a complete loss for words, her emotions tangled like a ball of yarn.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of Leon clutching his chest, his face contorted in agony.

A jolt of panic shot through her. “Leon! Leon, what’s wrong?” she cried, rushing to steady him.

Leon’s face turned a deep shade of red as he struggled to hold on, but within moments, his strength gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

“Dad might be having a heart attack!” Lowell’s brows knitted together in alarm as he pulled out his phone and swiftly dialed for an ambulance.

Meanwhile, Dolores stood frozen, paralyzed with fear. It was as if she had turned to stone, incapable of reacting. Not until the wail of sirens filled the air and Lowell gave her a firm shove did she snap out of her stupor.

“Go with Mom in the ambulance. I’ll follow in my car,” Lowell ordered. Noticing Dolores still standing there, dazed, he couldn’t hold back his frustration. “Dolores! You’re not a kid anymore. Snap out of it and take some responsibility!”

Dolores flinched at his sharp words but said nothing. Wordlessly, she climbed into the ambulance with Lucille.

Inside the tight, suffocating space, the air was thick with tension. Leon lay motionless before them, an oxygen mask covering his face, while the heart monitor beside him beeped out an anxious rhythm.

The numbers on the monitor spiked dangerously high, sending a chill down Dolores’s spine. A gnawing fear took hold—any second now, her father’s heart could give out.

A deep sense of unease crept over her. She couldn’t quite put her fear into words, but an overwhelming urge surged within her—to curl up in her mother’s arms and shut out the world.

In her mother’s embrace, it felt like she could escape the weight of everything—the suffocating fear, the unspoken burdens, the darkness pressing in from all sides.

Just as Dolores drifted deeper into her thoughts, Lucille’s words struck like a lightning bolt, snapping her back to reality with a jolt.

With her voice heavy with exhaustion and resignation, Lucille murmured, “I’m beginning to wonder if Leon and I went wrong somewhere in raising you.”

“Mom, what do you mean by that?” Dolores asked, her voice rough and unsteady.

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Lucille cast a weary glance at her daughter, unspoken words swirling in her eyes. At last, she sighed heavily. “Forget it. We’ll talk about it later.” Her gaze lingered on Leon and a flicker of pain crossed her face before she added, “You’d better hope your dad makes it through this.”noveldrama

Dolores’s expression remained unreadable as she stared at her father, frail and vulnerable. After a long pause, she finally whispered, “The doctors will save him.”

When they arrived at the hospital, Dolores took a seat beside Lucille outside the operating room, the air thick with tension. Lowell returned shortly after handling the hospital bill.

The moment Dolores saw Lowell, she stood, brushing imaginary dust from her coat. “Perfect timing. I have an appointment with my beautician. I’m off for a facial.”

Lowell froze mid-step, shock and disbelief flickering across his face. “Are you seriously walking out on Dad’s surgery to get a facial?”

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