Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1542:

“The woman who sabotaged me… Fiona Evans!” Nick’s voice trembled with unresolved anger. “Why should I face her? She’s already caused enough damage. She cost me my chance at the Swan Cup and an early exit from the competition. I have no desire to see her!” His emotions surged like a storm.

Elyse responded firmly, “You want to continue with your music, right? You need to face this head-on, confront your past pain.”

Nick, his voice weak, protested, “But I haven’t abandoned the violin.”

“It’s not enough. You’re merely pretending to move on.” Elyse’s insight cut through the facade, touching the core of his agony.

Persuaded by her understanding, Nick asked, “Do you really have a way for me to meet her?”

Elyse nodded. “It’s not me. It’s her.” She gestured to Louise. “The Princess of Manfek, the future heiress to the throne. She’s the key to your closure.”

Nick, visibly shaken, managed to stammer, “She-she’s a princess?”

Elyse affirmed, “I have no reason to lie.”

Louise, enjoying Nick’s astonishment, stood with regal poise. “Let’s go. Time is of the essence.”

Elyse followed Louise out.

Nick was still in a fog, struggling to wrap his head around the reality as the security team ushered him into the car.

As Louise, Nick, and Elyse pulled up to the prison, they stepped out of the car.

Nick stood frozen at the entrance, his eyes fixed on the looming walls crowned with sharp barbed wire. He gulped, his voice shaky as he muttered, “So, Fiona Evans really ended up here.”noveldrama

Elyse gave a quiet nod, her gaze distant as she reflected. “She’s done her fair share of damage. Not only did she sabotage your chance, but she also caused an accident that left a contestant in rehab. Her sentence had to be tough.”

Nick’s emotions swirled inside him. He hadn’t fully grasped the depth of Fiona’s wrongdoings, only that she had ruined his shot at continuing the competition. But hearing about the accident made everything feel more tangled and difficult to process.

With Louise taking the lead, Elyse and Nick followed into the prison. They were told only one visitor could enter at a time, so Elyse went in alone first.

She was led down a narrow hallway by a guard until they reached a small room. Cameras perched in every corner, their lenses unblinking and watchful. Elyse settled into the chair at the center of the room, her eyes fixed on the glass partition in front of her. A narrow slot at the bottom of the glass served as the only bridge for their conversation.

After a ten-minute wait, she heard the door creak open.

A guard stepped in, guiding a woman clad in a loose-fitting prison uniform into sight.

It was Fiona, someone Elyse hadn’t laid eyes on in what felt like an eternity. Fiona appeared noticeably thinner, her prison uniform draping over her frail frame. Yet, her steps were steady, a sign that she hadn’t endured harsh treatment during her time inside.

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