Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 362:

Tears gathered in Glenda’s eyes as thoughts of her daughter Mabel overwhelmed her. “I heard she is struggling

terribly. She seems to be in a deep depression. If we leave her to fend for herself, | fear the worst,” she confided.

Lanny exhaled a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with helplessness. “I’m not sure if Jayden can forgive us. All we can

do is wait until tomorrow.”

Later, Glenda returned home, clutching two urns tightly against her chest. These urns, intimately tied to her

daughter's well-being, required her utmost care and protection. Unable to find sleep, consumed by worry and

anticipation, Glenda spent the night awake. As the first light of dawn crept across the sky, she gently roused

Lanny. Quickly freshening up, they made their way to Jayden'’s, carrying the urns.

Upon seeing the urns, Driscoll recognized their significance and promptly allowed Glenda and Lanny entry. Upon

entering, Glenda clutched the two urns even closer, knowing they were her only leverage in the negotiations that

lay ahead. Driscoll had offered to assist Glenda with the delicate items, but she declined, determined to maintain

control over them herself.

The couple didn’t have to wait long. Shortly after their arrival, Elyse and Jayden emerged from the elevator.

Elyse’s eyes immediately caught sight of the two aged urns in Glenda’s arms, the surfaces marked by the

passage of time. A visceral reaction surged through her, an instinctual desire to reach out for them. But Glenda,

sensing her intent, quickly turned away, shielding the urns.

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“What is the meaning of this?” Elyse asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

Facing Jayden, who appeared slightly sleepy, Glenda stated her intentions plainly. “I want to make a deal with

you,” she declared.

Jayden leaned slightly, resting his chin on the back of his hand. His question carried a casual air. “Think you've

got enough bargaining power to swing a deal with me?”

Glenda’s response was immediate and tic. She lifted the urns slightly, her voice steady. “These are my

bargaining chips.” She then raised them higher, her movements brash as she feigned an intent to smash them

on the floor. “If you don’t agree to my request—"

“No! Don’t!” Elyse screamed, panic flooding her voice as she witnessed the potential destruction of something

so precious.

Jayden’s reaction was a mixture of mockery and contempt, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Alright, then,

lay it on me. What's your price?”

Glenda’s voice cracked with urgency. “Get my daughter out of the police station. That's my demand.”

Jayden’s eyes flicked to Elyse, noting her distressed state, then back to Glenda, nodding slowly. “Fine. I'll see

what | can do, but only once the trial is over. That's when | can step in.”

Glenda, unyielding, snapped back. “That's not soon enough! | need her out today. No delays.”

Jayden shook his head dismissively. “I can’t do it. Go ahead, smash them if you will.”

Glenda was taken aback. Could he only get Mabel out after the trial? In her shock, her grip faltered, and the urns

nearly slipped from her hands. Luckily, Lanny reacted swiftly, catching them just before they hit the floor.

“Don’t you dare,” Lanny admonished her quietly, his brow furrowed in disapproval. “You really think it's that

easy?”

Regaining her composure, Glenda clutched the urns close to her chest, her panic subsiding as she realized she

had almost lost her only leverage.

Jayden, unfazed by the near catastrophe, turned to Driscoll. “Bring the urns to me,” he instructed calmly.

Driscoll approached Glenda carefully, his actions deliberate to avoid any sudden moves that might prompt her to

attempt another tic gesture. He took the urns from her and walked a safe distance away, ensuring they

were out of harm's reach.

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Owen,” Lanny said, managing a strained smile.

Jayden responded without warmth. “You can go now. | will arrange for you to see Mabel after the trial is over.”

Lanny’s relief was palpable, and he bowed deeply, expressing his gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Owen.”

Before departing, Lanny paused and turned to Elyse, a hint of sheepishness in his demeanor. “Elyse, I've been

your father for so many years. | know I've wronged you. But | hope we can still be family, and you can call me

uncle.”

Elyse, her face shadowed and unreadable, remained silent. Lanny’s request wasn’t just about family ties; it was

a clear attempt to maintain sconnection to the influential Owen family.

After Lanny and Glenda left, Jayden’s gaze lingered on the still and silent Elyse. Sensing the need for support, he

gave Driscoll a meaningful look. Driscoll immediately understood and approached Elyse, carrying the urns with a

solemn reverence.

As he stood beside her, the weight of what he held and the moment's gravity filled him with a somber silence.

He had intended to offer words of comfort, yet found himself speechless.

Together, they stood in silence, a shared mourning for what Elyse had lost. Finally, Elyse broke the quiet, her

voice barely above a whisper. “These are my biological parents.”