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Jayden calculated his return to the hospital, only to find Elyse had demolished two breakfasts.
Driscoll, spotting Jayden in his wheelchair, furrowed his brow. “Sir, we underestimated Mrs. Owen's appetite. A
maid is on her way with another breakfast.”
Clive, pointing at himself with a rumble in his stomach, piped up, “What about mine? Don’t tellI'm next on
the starvation list.”
Driscoll chuckled. “Of course not, Mr. Yates. Your breakfast waits next door. This way, please.”
Clive followed with a grateful sigh, his night spent assisting Jayden leaving him famished.
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With Driscoll and Clive gone, the room’s atmosphere shifted as Jayden and Elyse found themselves alone.
Jayden cleared his throat, trying to mask his awkwardness. Maneuvering his wheelchair closer to the bed, he
reached out to touch Elyse’s hand, but she withdrew it swiftly as if anticipating his move.
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“Your eyes are still shut, aren't they? How do you know what I'm doing?” he questioned, blinking in surprise.
Elyse remained silent, eyes tightly shut, her disappointment in Jayden palpable.
Jayden sensed her resistance and felt utterly lost. All he could do was watch her motionless form.
The silence stretched until Jayden, unable to bear it any longer, spoke in a monotone. “Last night, | interrogated
that driver. Turns out my grandpa was the mastermind behind everything, just like | suspected.”
Elyse’s voice, laced with ice, cut through his explanation. “Why tellabout this? It's not like | have a say in
your affairs, do 1?”
Jayden, his voice barely above a whisper, confessed, “I visited him this morning, and things went south. I'm
cutting ties with the Owens.”
Elyse’s eyes snapped open, her voice sharp. “So what? You sever ties with your family, and that’s not my
concern. Deal with it yourself, Jayden. This doesn’t involve me.”
The anger in her voice was unmistakable. Confusion gnawed at Jayden. Why was she still furious after his
honesty?
After a thoughtful pause, he added, “My grandpa seesas his enemy. It'd be best if you distanced yourself
from the Owens. They're a volatile bunch.”
Elyse lashed out with a hit on his shoulder. “Can’t you hear me? You constantly treatlike an outsider. Don’t
ass| need updates just because I'm upset. We have no stake in this. Like | said, keepout of it, and I'll
stay out.”
Elyse’s tone was commanding, her aura overpowering Jayden’s.
The fierceness in her voice and demeanor left Jayden speechless. He'd never witnessed this side of her anger,
and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Her outburst was followed by a wave of discomfort. Elyse clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain.
Worry etched on his face, Jayden asked, “Are you feeling all right? Should I call the doctor?”
Elyse could only manage a weak nod.
Jayden fumbled for the call button, and soon the room was flooded with medical personnel.
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Clive and Driscoll, drawn by the commotion, hurried in from the next ward.
Upon learning the cause of Elyse’s distress—her anger at Jayden—Driscoll spoke with uncharacteristic
seriousness. “Sir, Mrs. Owen's pregnancy is still fragile due to yesterday’s events. She needs rest and calmness.
Please choose your discussions more carefully. Her emotional well-being is paramount.”
Jayden, overwhelmed with guilt, couldn't offer a defense. He tried to appease Elyse with gentle words, but her
anger simmered, and her condition deteriorated.
Clive, munching on his croissant, his eyes blazing with disapproval, interjected, “Jayden, as your friend, | have to
say this—you need to be more generous and understanding with Elyse. Upsetting her like this? What do you gain
from it?”
Feeling cornered by Clive and Driscoll’s sharp tongues, Jayden finally managed a response. “I understand. I'll be
mindful of her mood and avoid upsetting her.”
Driscoll nodded curtly. “Happy wife, happy life. Do you want your life to be unhappy? Besides, if Elyse is
unhappy, she'll leave you. You don’t want to be single, do you?”
Jayden felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Driscoll’s words echoed Clive’s earlier warning.
Defeated, he surrendered. “Alright. | get it.”
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