Chapter 572:

Fiona stared at Elyse in terror, fully aware Elyse was in grave danger from those pursuing her unborn child. She knew the situation but had no intention of helping. Frozen, Fiona's eyes locked with Elyse's. In them, Elyse saw a disturbing mix of fear, dread, and unexpected malicious satisfaction. Fiona was gloating. Realizing this, Elyse's expression became even more desperate and confused. Wasn't Fiona her friend? Why wouldn't she help?

Elyse's heart raced, her instincts urging her to plead again. "Fiona, please help me! I can't bear to lose my baby! This baby means everything to me!"

Fiona understood the baby's importance. It would be Jayden's firstborn, securing Elyse's future status if she carried to term. But if something happened to Elyse or the baby, Fiona's own ambitions could be advanced. This only hardened her resolve. She feigned paralyzing fear, refusing to help. "Hurry, take her away! End her baby!" Fiona silently urged, her mind consumed by selfish motives.

Realizing Fiona wouldn't help, Elyse's eyes filled with resignation. Jayden hadn't arrived, and she saw her grim fate.

Corrie watched Elyse's futile struggle with folded arms, relishing the power and control. Following Enzo had been worthwhile.

"How truly pathetic, Elyse," she remarked with sadistic pleasure. "It seems your friend has no intention of saving you."

Fiona felt a pang of inexplicable shame. She lowered her head, feigning ignorance.

Elyse refused to give up hope. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Fiona! Please, I beg you, help me! I can't lose this baby. Please, Fiona!"

Fiona avoided Elyse's desperate gaze, unable to respond. Corrie's satisfaction grew. She'd assumed everyone would help Elyse, but clearly, some wouldn't.

After reveling in Elyse's distress, Corrie gestured to her bodyguards. "Alright, proceed as instructed by Enzo. Ensure no one interferes."

Feeling utterly defeated, Elyse was escorted toward the elevator. As they reached it, her tear-filled eyes caught sight of Jayden, surrounded by bodyguards. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Jayden's worried gaze met hers briefly before the bodyguards attacked him, launching a barrage of punches.

Elyse sobbed, witnessing Jayden's swift downfall. His attempts to defend himself were futile; he was pushed into a defensive stance, shielding his head. Despite the onslaught, his eyes remained fixed on Elyse. He wanted to reach her. But his every move was blocked.

Watching Jayden's struggle, Elyse seemed to grasp their situation's gravity. She spotted Brook at the edge of the scuffle, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression annoyed. When their eyes met, Brook quickly looked away.

In despair, Elyse closed her eyes, accepting her fate. The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Elyse inside as Jayden's desperate cries echoed.

Devastation washed over Jayden as he turned to Brook, his voice cracking. "Where are you taking Elyse? What are you planning?"

Before Brook could respond, brutal blows struck Jayden's still-healing wounds, causing him to cough up blood. Another blow to the head sent him crashing to the floor.

Brook, startled by the violence, dropped his cigarette and knelt beside Jayden, checking his injuries. He saw blood on Jayden's head and abdomen, panicking. "Are you alright? You were holding up well. Why are you bleeding so profusely?"

Ignoring him, Jayden grabbed Brook's collar, his eyes bloodshot. "Tell me, what are they going to do to Elyse?"

Brook hesitated, then spoke softly, "I'm sorry. Elyse is still young. You two will have children someday."