Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1773:

Suddenly, bonedeep exhaustion washed over her. Hadn’t she done enough? Hadn’t she tried hard enough? She had sacrificed everything for this family. Yet why couldn’t she ever earn her parents’ praise?

“I’m useless,” Corrie said wearily. “Then what else do you want me to do? If you think I’m so worthless, why don’t you let Mitchel handle these things? He’s your golden child, isn’t he? He’s so capable, so he should take my place.”

Bertha retorted sharply, “Why should he do it? You know he’s outstanding. Shouldn’t he be doing more valuable things? But look at you—you couldn’t even handle a simple task. You really anger me.”

“I can’t succeed,” Corrie said, her voice hollow.

“Then you try it,” Bertha challenged.

Mitchel shot to his feet, unable to hold his tongue any longer. “How dare you speak to Mom that way?” His face reddened with indignation. “She’s sacrificed everything for this family. You show nothing but ingratitude. And now you want to burden her with your responsibilities? Your selfishness knows no bounds.”

Corrie stared at him, stunned disbelief etched across her features. “You have the audacity to call me selfish? Look in the mirror before you judge me. I’ve been this family’s workhorse while you’ve reaped all the benefits. Every single thing you’ve ever wanted, I moved heaven and earth to get it for you.”

Mitchel frowned. “We’re family. Why count every little favor? We should stand united. But you’re just picking fights.”

Corrie took a deep breath. “Are you serious? If we’re family, why don’t you contribute anything? Where’s your gratitude? And yet you want to use my…?”

“Connections to get into the Owen Group? If you’re so capable, find your own way in.”

Mitchel said discontentedly, “I want to join the Owen Group entirely for your benefit. You’re fighting alone there. I only want to help you. Instead of appreciating that, you attack me with harsh words. Fine! I won’t try to help you again.”

Bertha sighed. “Enough. Both of you, stop. It’s my fault. If I were more capable, you wouldn’t be in this situation, and Brook wouldn’t have canceled his engagement with Corrie.”

Mitchel’s brow furrowed with feigned concern. “Mom, don’t say that. It’s all Corrie’s fault. She’s just an ungrateful wretch. She hasn’t contributed anything worthwhile, yet she has the audacity to criticize everything.”

The blood drained from Corrie’s face as the accusation hung in the air. Was she really the ungrateful one? Had she been the one constantly finding fault where none existed?

Lɑtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝗰𝒐𝓂noveldrama

A sharp pain radiated through her chest as she clutched at it. The sting of their words cut deeper than any knife could reach.

“I’ll handle Brook’s family,” Bertha declared, her voice thick with grievance. “There’s always a solution to be found. Even if I must humble myself completely, I’ll do whatever it takes to salvage my daughter’s engagement.”

“Enough. You don’t have to do anything,” Corrie interrupted. “I can resolve this situation on my own.”

Mitchel released a derisive snort. “You can handle it? How exactly? You’ve been cast aside like yesterday’s garbage. You worthless disappointment!”

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