Chapter 356:

Without looking up at Corrie, Jayden said in a detached tone, "My wife massages my legs, and I have regular hospital checkups. You needn't worry."

Corrie, wearing a knowing smile, glanced at his legs and quipped, "Your legs seem fine, but you're pretending you can't walk. Isn't it uncomfortable sitting for so long?"

Jayden's fingers hovered over his phone as he typed. He slowly lifted his head, meeting her gaze. "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Thinking Jayden hadn't heard, Corrie teased him. Cupping her hands like a megaphone, she shouted, "I know you're faking! Isn't it uncomfortable sitting for so long?"

She gave him a sly look. "Does Elyse know about your condition?"

Jayden regarded her with skepticism and coldness. "I don't know what you're talking about. I can't walk," he said flatly.

Corrie retorted, "You're lying. I've seen you walking around the hospital. You look perfectly normal."

Jayden responded steadily, "You're mistaken. I can't stand at all."

Corrie frowned, unconvinced. She approached him, attempting to pull up his trouser legs. She wanted to see if his leg muscles had atrophied. But as she leaned in, Jayden lunged forward, gripping her neck tightly.

"I thought you were shrewd, but you're a fool," he said, his voice cold and merciless. His expression was emotionless, but the bulging veins in his arms betrayed his anger. He intended to kill her, and he was ready to do it without hesitation.

With each strained breath, Corrie fought for air, feeling the searing pain of oxygen deprivation. She understood his deadly intent. "Please don't kill me," she croaked, her words faint.

Jayden didn't release his grip. Tears streamed down Corrie's face as she struggled to breathe, her eyes wide with terror. Driscoll, who had arrived with black tea, saw the attack and hurried over. "Mr. Owen, you can't do this!" he exclaimed urgently.

Jayden's voice was cold and menacing. "You think you can stop me?"

Driscoll persisted. "If your wife finds out you've hurt someone, she'll despise you."

Jayden's body shook violently, and his grip loosened. Corrie gasped for air. Jayden saw her kneeling at his feet and roughly grabbed her hair, flinging her aside. Too weak to fight back, Corrie crumpled to the floor, breathing shallowly.

Jayden took the tea from Driscoll, sipped it, and asked, "Did you see anything, Driscoll?"

Driscoll replied respectfully, "No, sir, I didn't see anything." After refilling Jayden's cup, he left without looking at Corrie.

After Driscoll left, Jayden looked at his hand. "Corrie, I'll let you go this time, but don't try any more tricks. Otherwise, I'll take everything you own."

Corrie trembled, trying to stand. "I understand," she said shakily.

Seeing her fear, Jayden offered a faint smile. "Come have some tea." To Corrie, it felt like a devil's invitation. She refused, grabbing her purse and preparing to leave. Jayden, unbothered, hadn't meant the invitation seriously. He hadn't expected her to catch him walking and expose his secret so easily.

He raised his teacup. "I'll have to be more careful, or Elyse will find out and lose her temper."

Meanwhile, Corrie, still in shock, sat in her car. The realization hit her: Jayden had truly meant to kill her, confirming her suspicions. He could walk; he had been faking it all along.