Chapter 571:
“Let go of me!” Jayden bellowed, wrenching himself free from Brook’s desperate grasp. A phalanx of black-suited bodyguards instantly materialized, forming an impenetrable wall before him. The hospital floor had become a fortress, the only witnesses to this intense confrontation.
Brook, thrown to the floor by Jayden’s escape, clung to the wall, struggling to his feet. Guilt and helplessness etched his face as he croaked, “I’m sorry, but until our mission is complete, we can’t let you go.”
Jayden’s veins bulged, his hands trembling as he fought for control. “I abandoned our clan,” he snarled. “Grandpa should come after me. Why target Elyse?”
Brook’s silence hung heavy before he finally said, “Because of your betrayal, he won’t allow your baby to live. Both of you are marked for elimination.”
Jayden’s brow furrowed, his eyes blazing with wrath. His body coiled, muscles taut with suppressed rage. His fists clenched, knuckles white, trembling with anger. He gasped for breath. His bloodshot eyes scanned the wall of bodyguards. With the ferocity of a cornered lion, he lunged, fists swinging, crashing into the throng.
Pandemonium erupted. Jayden, a human hurricane, fought desperately to clear a path. He had to reach Elyse, who awaited his rescue, relying on him to whisk her away. He couldn't fail her.
Meanwhile, at the far end of the corridor, Elyse stood protectively before a trembling Fiona, facing Corrie with steely resolve. Her eyes were cold, her voice unwavering as she demanded, “Corrie Bates, what are you trying to do?”
Corrie shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m here for you, Elyse.”
Elyse’s gaze flickered to the door, silently hoping for help. Corrie, noticing, chuckled. “Don’t bother waiting for Jayden. Even if he hears you, he won’t make it in time.” She leaned closer, her voice dripping with malice. “Who knows, Jayden might be getting beaten to a pulp as we speak.”
These words cut Fiona deeper than Elyse. She screamed and bolted, desperate to find Jayden. If Jayden died, her dreams of marrying him and a life of luxury would shatter! But the doctor’s office door was guarded, and Fiona was restrained before she could escape.
Elyse, focused on Corrie, ignored Fiona’s outburst. “So, what do you plan to do to me today?”
Corrie’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “I admire your sharpness, Elyse. Yes, I have plans for you.” Her gaze shifted to Elyse’s belly. “Marrying Jayden was your choice. You should have been ready for the consequences.”
A cold dread washed over Elyse. She stepped back, struggling to maintain her composure. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“What do I mean?” Corrie chuckled darkly. “I mean, don’t blame me. You chose to marry Jayden. If not for that choice, you wouldn’t be losing your first baby.”
As Corrie’s words hung in the air, she subtly waved her hand, signaling the bodyguards. Two instantly seized Elyse, dragging her toward the door.
The Owens’ intentions hit Elyse like a freight train. Terror and panic surged, but she clung to hope, fighting desperately. She grabbed the doorframe, fighting for every second, hoping Jayden would rescue her. Each second of resistance was a moment of hope for her baby. But her strength was no match for the bodyguards. They seemed to take twisted delight in prying her fingers from the frame, one by one, stripping away her hope.
Finally, Elyse was hoisted up and carried toward the door. Despair engulfed her. In a final, desperate plea, Elyse locked eyes with the stunned Fiona. “Fiona, please, help me!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose my baby!”