Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1587:

Corrie unleashed her fury upon Camille, her words razor-sharp daggers that left visible wounds on Camille’s composure.

Tears glistening in her eyes, Camille turned to Brook with a trembling voice. “Am I really as awful as Corrie says?”

Her voice cracking with emotion, she shifted her gaze to Elyse. “Elyse, am I really that terrible? Did I steal someone who wasn’t meant to be mine?”

Elyse’s response came with gentle reassurance. “No, sweetie, you’re lovely. I like you very much.”

“Elyse’s right,” Brook interjected, a warm smile playing across his face. “I love who you are. Besides…”

His expression hardened as he glanced at Corrie with unveiled contempt. “She’s the ungrateful, arrogant one. You have no idea what she’s capable of. Nobody likes her. She’s just getting what she deserves.”

Camille dabbed at her tears, her curiosity peeking through the vulnerability. “Corrie, did you really do all those terrible things? Why act so self-righteous? Can’t you see how nasty you’re being?”

Elyse couldn’t suppress her amusement. She wondered with genuine curiosity where Brook had discovered Camille. The girl was sharp as a blade, yet maintained an air of innocent naiveté that perfectly masked her calculated strikes.

Storm clouds gathered on Corrie’s face, but she couldn’t unleash her thunder. In this moment, she stood alone—no allies, no supporters. All she could do was clench her jaw and swallow her pride.

Throughout the remainder of the meal, Corrie retreated into silence. She ate in isolation, removed from the conversation, like a ghost at her own table.

Camille, however, wasn’t content to let sleeping dogs lie.

With honey dripping from her words, she turned to Corrie. “Corrie, Elyse and I would love some liquor. Would you mind?”

Elyse, catching Camille’s drift, offered a soft “Mm-hmm” in agreement.

Already a volcano of suppressed rage, Corrie felt fresh magma surge through her veins. But catching the calculated glint in Camille’s eyes, she forced herself to swallow her pride.

Through gritted teeth and a smile that wouldn’t fool anyone, she managed, “Order whatever you want. I said it’s on me. Go ahead.”

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Camille tilted her head, a musical laugh escaping her lips.

“Elyse, see? I told you Corrie wasn’t entirely without merit. She’s at least willing to pay for some decent wine.”

Elyse rested her chin on her hand, her eyes drinking in Corrie’s barely-contained fury with unveiled amusement. A derisive snort escaped her. “Indeed. She’s not completely without merit.”

Corrie’s jaw clenched so tight the muscles danced beneath her skin.

Brook caught Corrie’s expression and shot her a look of pure revulsion. “Watch your face. Don’t be rude to my guests.”noveldrama

“Are you kidding me?” Corrie exploded, incredulous. “They’re both dripping with sarcasm and practically insulting me to my face! I can’t even react?”

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