Chapter 69:

Upon returning home from the hospital, Elyse seemed weakened. Driscoll approached her with a worried expression, asking, "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm just a bit weak," she responded, patting her stomach gently and smiling.

Observing her, Jayden commented, "That's what happens when you act foolishly."

Elyse's smile faded. "I am not foolish," she said, standing abruptly, clearly upset.

Ignoring her discomfort, Jayden coldly added, "Had you been smarter, you wouldn't have ended up in the hospital."

"Jayden!" Elyse exclaimed, feeling wronged. "You're so annoying!"

She stormed upstairs, slamming the door. The sound echoed downstairs.

Stunned for several seconds, Jayden finally realized Elyse had rebuked him. A bewildered expression crossed his face as he mumbled, "How dare she call me annoying? Who cared enough to bring her home? Haven't I cared for her enough?" His frustration mounted.

Noticing the tension, Driscoll intervened. "Sir, she's just recovered. She's understandably upset. You hurt her feelings."

"I hurt her feelings? I've done so much for her, and yet she calls me annoying," Jayden exclaimed, slapping the armrest of his wheelchair.

Elyse's words haunted him. How could she say that? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't understand why her words affected him so deeply.

Sensing Jayden's turmoil, Driscoll offered advice. "Sir, your approach was harsh. Perhaps you should go upstairs and comfort her. She was just upset."

"I did nothing wrong. If she had been more cautious, none of this would have happened," Jayden retorted stubbornly.

Driscoll smiled resignedly. "She is not you. She doesn't approach things with the same caution, and her life hasn't been fraught with danger like yours."

Jayden fell silent, considering Driscoll's words.

Driscoll continued, "I know you've done a lot for her in secret, but you've never told her. You shouldn't have spoken to her like that."

"What did I say that was so wrong? It's true, she was foolish," Jayden muttered, unconvinced.

"Consider this: She has never spoken ill of you. She's always been supportive," Driscoll reminded him.

"Nonsense," Jayden dismissed, pressing the button on his wheelchair to go to the garden.

Once there, despite the beautiful surroundings, Jayden's thoughts were consumed by Elyse. From a distance, Driscoll and the household staff watched with concern. A maid whispered worriedly, "I hope they don't stay angry long. They were just starting to build something together."

The gardener added, "Driscoll, you need to intervene. Mr. Owen has never been good with women; he doesn't know how to please them. If this continues…"

Another maid said anxiously, "And how will they ever have a baby if things continue this way? We need a little one around here."

Overhearing their conversation, Driscoll frowned. He straightened his jacket and declared firmly, "I'm going to speak with him." He was determined to help them reconcile. "Don't forget to prepare some delicious food, garnished with freshly picked roses. Everything must be perfect."

Just as Driscoll was making his plans, the gardener quietly noted, "Driscoll, Mr. Owen is heading back inside. Is he going to seclude himself in the study again?"

"Go do your jobs," Driscoll commanded, and everyone quickly left the living room.

Approaching Jayden, Driscoll said seriously, "Sir, there's something important we need to discuss."

Jayden gave him an indifferent glance. "Is it about Elyse? I'm not interested."

"I still think you should talk to her. Just a few words, and I'm sure she'll forgive you," Driscoll insisted.

Jayden dismissed the suggestion and maneuvered his wheelchair into the elevator. Watching him, the servants were puzzled. "It's odd. Mr. Owen didn't head to the study this time. Could he be going back to his room?"

"You fool. Maybe he's going to see his wife. He might shy away from acknowledging it lest he lose face."

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