Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1265

Chapter 1265:

Elyse watched Fiona, who remained in denial, and felt a quiet pang of sympathy.

“Fiona, if you can’t face it now, that's okay. You'll have plenty of tin the future to think back on your actions,”

Elyse said.

Pausing for a moment, she looked at Fiona with a complicated expression.

“Hopefully, one day you'll understand who you've hurt and what you've lost.”

With that, Elyse turned to Gavin.

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“Gavin, shall we go?”

He nodded, and together they walked away.

Watching them leave, Fiona was overcwith an overwhelming sense of despair and fear. She stood up,

reaching out in an attempt to stop them.

But the iron bars marked a boundary, separating her from their world, making them strangers to her from that

point onward.

Tears ran down Fiona’s face as she cried out, “Elyse! Gavin! Don’t leave me! Please, help me. | was wrong.

Gavin, Elyse, forgive me. | won't do it again. Mr. Tucker, please don’t give up on me. I'm truly sorry. | won't envy

anyone anymore. I'll devote myself to playing the violin!”

The more she spoke, the deeper her sadness became, and the more her tears flowed.

At that moment, she was gripped by a real fear of being confined. She felt completely alone and terrified.

Outside, Elyse heard Fiona’s cries and felt a stab of sorrow, but she knew Fiona needed to accept responsibility

and face the consequences. Still, the circumstances left her feeling conflicted.

“Gavin, | feel somewhat sad,” she murmured.

Gavin nodded and replied softly, “It's natural to feel that way. Mr. Tucker is also hurting, but he understands that

this is something Fiona must confront on her own.”

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Elyse sighed and asked, “How long will she be held?”

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“I'm not sure. It'll be a while, at least. Hopefully, she'll reflect during that time. The surgery for her has already

been arranged. If it's successful, she’ll have the opportunity to play the violin again,” Gavin replied.

After pausing for a moment, he then remarked wryly, “Though | wonder if the violin even means that much to

her.”

Elyse was uncertain. After all, Fiona had always viewed the violin as a tool, not a passion.

Once they left the police station, they headed to the car. Cody rolled down the window and asked Elyse, “What

are your plans moving forward?”

“I'll head back to Lesbourg for srest. My cousin said several media outlets want to interview me, and he’s

chosen a few reputable ones forto speak to,” Elyse answered.