Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 332

Chapter 332:

Driscoll felt a pang of empathy for Elyse, sensing parallels between her and Jayden’s past. Her longing for

parental love mirrored Jayden’s own childhood yearnings. With a gentle squat, he took out a piece of chocolate,

extending it to the bewildered Elyse. “You're a good person. It’s not your fault to have terrible parents. You're

allowed to feel pain,” he reassured her with a warm smile.

Staring at the chocolate, bitterness swelled within Elyse. After a moment's pause, she inquired, “How did Jayden

handle the situation?”

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Driscoll replied honestly, “He treated Mabel harshly, but he didn’t resort to torture.”

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“In that case, I'll leave it be. I've just returned hnot in the best state. | don’t want to be involved. | trust

Jayden’s ways of handling this matter,” she declared, sinking back into the sofa to indulge in the dessert.

As Driscoll prepared to depart, she curled up on the sofa, her mind adrift. The memory of Glenda’s indifferent

gaze haunted her, a stark reminder of where she stood in their eyes. No amount of sweetness could mask the

bitterness she felt.

Debora perched on the sofa in the office, her gaze fixed on the sunset beyond the French window. Her assistant

nudged the door open, inquiring, “The car’s ready. Are you really heading to see the chairman?”

With a mischievous glint, she snatched up the document beside her, remarking, “I've got no choice. | just can’t

fathom what Jayden’s up to. | need to meet my grandpa and dissect it.”

Rising with a victorious grin, she declared, “Let's go. We might just make it in tfor my grandpa’s dinner if we

hurry.”

A smug smile played on her lips. Since taking charge of most of the company’s affairs, she’d found the head of

Bayzee Group to be shrouded in mystery, rarely making public appearances. Despite rumors of his attendance at

various events, he remained elusive like a phantom. The more enigmatic he seemed, the more intrigued Debora

became.

She had unearthed sleads, albeit ones leading back to her cousin Jayden, who'd been absent for a year. She

couldn't help but wonder how her grandfather would react upon learning Jayden was the mastermind behind

Bayzee Group. The anticipation alone sent shivers down her spine.

Jayden sat in his study, grappling with a mountain of paperwork accumulated over the days. A message from

Troy diverted his attention. Upon digesting Troy's report, his expression darkened, prompting him to dial Troy's

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number without hesitation. “Is your investigation accurate?”

Troy dared not deceive him. “I've reviewed the surveillance footage near the sites of your two accidents multiple

times. For the second car accident, | spotted your grandpa’s old butler at a roadside coffee shop. He left the

coffee shop after the happening of your car accident.”

Jayden’s fists clenched, his knuckles paling with tension. Years of fruitless investigation suddenly made sense.

The architect of his misfortune had lurked beside him all along, silently plotting his demise.

Troy interjected, “I'm attempting to breach the chairman’s confidential files. Once | succeed, we'll know for

certain if he’s behind this.”

After the call ended, Jayden slumped into his chair, overcwith a surge of laughter. “Is it you, Grandpa? Are

you aiming to endoutright or merely renderdisabled?”