Chapter 212:

Morgan watched Elyse walk away. Noticing the man's behavior, she asked Tracy, "Who is that man? Is Elyse safe with him?"

Tracy waved dismissively. "Don't worry. That's Jayden Owen, Elyse's husband. They just had a disagreement, but they'll make up soon."

Morgan repeated the name, "Jayden Owen," pondering it as several images flooded her mind. She saw a couple walking ahead, holding hands. They glanced back, smiled, and then looked away. In another vision, the man lay in a hospital bed, hooked up to a ventilator, with the woman beside him, both pale.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan's images swirled, the background noise fading. Suddenly, she heard nothing. A moment later, she collapsed.

Tracy cried out, "Morgan's fainted! Someone call 911!"

Morgan was quickly taken to the hospital. Meanwhile, Elyse and Jayden got into a car. The driver, sensing the tension, raised the partition separating him from the backseat. Elyse gazed silently out the window.

Jayden looked at her, annoyed. "Are you upset with me?"

"No, you're overthinking it," Elyse replied curtly.

Jayden sensed her irritation. "Is it about last night? I didn't mean to upset you. There was a reason."

Elyse's annoyance grew. She closed her eyes, refusing to listen. Realizing her distress, Jayden wondered why she was angry. Unsure how to comfort her, he remained silent.

After resting, Elyse opened her eyes, curious about their location, only to realize they weren't going home.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To the nursing home," Jayden replied.

Elyse closed her eyes again. Upon arrival, she quickly exited the car, surprising the driver who was about to open the door for her. He looked at Jayden in surprise.

Jayden, maneuvering his wheelchair, remained silent. After a moment, the driver said, "Sir, Mrs. Owen seems upset. You should try to comfort her."

Jayden glared. "I'm not blind. I noticed." But he didn't understand her anger. Could she be jealous?

Inside, a nurse greeted Elyse. After confirming her identity, Elyse followed the nurse to a room where an elderly woman sat knitting, neatly dressed, her silver hair combed back, her eyes behind reading glasses.

Elyse noticed the woman was making tiny baby socks. Confused, she asked, "Who is she knitting these for?"

The nurse shrugged. "I'm not sure. She's been knitting for days and seems calm. She sometimes goes outside to enjoy the sun."

Elyse approached the elderly woman, crouched down, and gently asked, "Ma'am, who are you knitting these little socks for?"

With a loving gaze on the socks, the old lady smiled. "For little Elyse. She likes them."

Elyse was surprised. "But I'm too grown up for tiny socks."

The elderly woman studied Elyse's face, as if recognizing her for the first time. Excitedly, she exclaimed, "Elyse! My Elyse! You're all grown up! How have you been? It must have been tough without your parents."

As Jayden approached, he heard the mention of Elyse being without parents and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Unsure of what was happening, Elyse assumed the old lady was confused. "I have my dad and mom. Don't worry, I'm doing well."

The elderly woman shook her head, tears welling up. "Poor child."

Elyse hugged the old woman. Jayden entered and asked, "Ma'am, may I know your name?"

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