Chapter 1366:

Hanley stood motionless, his hands trembling uselessly at his sides. His wide eyes reflected helplessness, and his breath was shaky with residual fear. The doctor, busy assessing Shaun’s injuries, turned to Jayden with a firm, measured tone. “The patient has just regained consciousness. Don’t force him to recall anything yet. His body needs time to heal.”

With that, the medical team filed out, leaving the room cloaked in oppressive silence.

Jayden crossed his arms, his gaze hardening as he turned to Hanley. “You heard the doctor. Stop pushing him.”

Hanley let out a long, weary sigh, the weight of guilt etched on his face. “I just… I never thought Tracy would be the one to drive him to this point. But she’s already…”

Jayden cut him off, clearly losing patience. “I’ve done all I can for Shaun. Take him back to Liverton. He needs to recover there. This isn’t my responsibility anymore.” He had already invested too much time and energy into Shaun’s situation, and it was clear he wanted no part of it anymore.

“I’ll handle it from here. Thank you,” Hanley said, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Jayden didn’t wait for a reply. Without looking back, he strode from the hospital.

Back home, he walked straight to Elyse’s room. She was seated by the window, her fingers lightly plucking at her violin strings in an absent rhythm.

She looked up briefly when he entered and settled into a chair nearby. “How’s the situation at the hospital?”

“Same mess,” he replied, rubbing his temples. After a pause, he added, “Shaun only reacts to Tracy. He doesn’t even recognize his own parents.”

Elyse frowned, setting her violin down. “That’s strange. What happens if he never regains his memory?”

Jayden stared at the floor, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. He picked up an old violin string that lay discarded and rolled it between his fingers. “If this continues, the Kennedy family is finished.”

Elyse’s lips parted in surprise. “Things could have been so different if Shaun didn’t have amnesia…”

Jayden wasn’t interested in hypotheticals.

He leaned back and frowned as a fresh thought surfaced. “There’s something else. I saw bruises on Shaun—finger marks. Someone’s been hurting him at the hospital.”

Elyse stiffened, alarm flashing in her eyes. “Bruises? That’s disgusting. Do you know who did it?”

“I’ll ask the hospital staff to check the surveillance footage,” Jayden replied curtly. Pulling out his phone, he typed a quick message, then tossed it onto the bed before lying back beside her.

Elyse glanced at him warily as he shifted closer. She hesitated, her hand twitching, but she didn’t pull away. Jayden closed his eyes. His voice dropped low and probing. “Can we?” . . .