Chapter 332:

Driscoll felt a pang of empathy for Elyse, sensing parallels between her and Jayden's past. Elyse's longing for parental love mirrored Jayden's own childhood yearnings. He gently squatted, offering Elyse a piece of chocolate. "You're a good person," he reassured her with a warm smile. "It's not your fault you have terrible parents. You're allowed to feel pain."

Elyse stared at the chocolate, bitterness welling up inside her. After a moment, she asked, "How did Jayden handle the situation?"

Driscoll replied honestly, "He treated Mabel harshly, but he didn't resort to torture."

"In that case, I'll leave it be," Elyse declared, sinking back into the sofa. "I've just returned home, not in the best state. I don't want to be involved. I trust Jayden's way of handling this." She then began to eat the chocolate.

As Driscoll prepared to leave, Elyse curled up on the sofa, her mind adrift. The memory of Glenda's indifferent gaze haunted her, a stark reminder of her low standing in their eyes. No amount of sweetness could mask the bitterness she felt.

In the office, Debora sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the sunset beyond the French window. Her assistant opened the door and asked, "The car's ready. Are you really going to see the chairman?"

With a mischievous glint, Debora snatched up a document. "I've got no choice," she remarked. "I just can't fathom what Jayden's up to. I need to meet my grandfather and dissect this."

Rising with a victorious grin, she declared, "Let's go. We might just make it to my grandfather's dinner if we hurry."

A smug smile played on her lips. Since taking charge of most of the company's affairs, she'd found the head of Bayzee Group shrouded in mystery, rarely making public appearances. Despite rumors of his attendance at various events, he remained elusive, like a phantom. The more enigmatic he seemed, the more intrigued Debora became.

She had unearthed some leads, albeit ones leading back to her cousin Jayden, who'd been absent for a year. She couldn't help but wonder how her grandfather would react to learning Jayden was the mastermind behind Bayzee Group. The anticipation sent shivers down her spine.

Jayden sat in his study, grappling with a mountain of paperwork. A message from Troy diverted his attention. After reading Troy's report, his expression darkened, and he immediately called Troy. "Is your investigation accurate?"

Troy dared not deceive him. "I've reviewed the surveillance footage near the sites of your two accidents multiple times. Regarding the second car accident, I spotted your grandfather's old butler at a roadside coffee shop. He left the coffee shop after your accident."

Jayden's fists clenched, his knuckles white with tension. Years of fruitless investigation suddenly made sense. The architect of his misfortune had been lurking beside him all along, silently plotting his demise.

Troy interjected, "I'm attempting to breach the chairman's confidential files. Once I succeed, we'll know for certain if he's behind this."

After the call ended, Jayden slumped back in his chair, overcome with a surge of laughter. "Is it you, Grandpa? Are you aiming to kill me outright, or merely disable me?"