?<strong>Chapter 321:</strong>


    The moment Mabel yelled out, she felt a sharp kick in her back. She tumbled from her wheelchair andy still on the ground. Tobin withdrew his leg slowly and moved Jayden in front of the frightened Glenda and Lanny, who both bowed their heads and shivered, unable to look up.


    “Does my presence upset you? What exins your expressions? Have I done something terrible enough to frighten you?” Jayden inquired with a deceptive smile.


    Immediately, Lanny mustered a feeble smile and replied, “No, we are not upset. It’s just that your actions are baffling.”


    Jayden’s voice grew stern. “Isn’t losing Elyse akin to losing a member of the family?” Fear gripped Lanny and Glenda so tightly that they barely dared to breathe too loudly.


    Jayden eyed the excavators as they dismantled the house. “With Elyse gone, can this ce still be called home? There is no reason to keep it standing. Why not tear it down?”


    At this, Lanny’s fear escted to a cry. Jayden seemed utterly deranged. While Glenda was anxious to see how Mabel was, Jayden blocked her way, preventing her from moving.


    Jayden fixed his gaze on Glenda, who attempted a strained smile. “Do you believe maternal love is the strongest form of love?” he asked. “Perhaps it is,” Glenda replied cautiously.


    With a p of his hands, Jayden summoned three bodyguards from the shadows. Two of them supported an unconscious Mabel. “So, can you demonstrate just how far a mother will go for her daughter?” At his signal, the third bodyguard struck Mabel forcefully. She awoke in agony, realizing she was in a dire situation. Crying out, she pleaded, “Dad, Mom, help me! It hurts! It’s killing me!”


    Pain racked her legs and body as the bodyguard delivered the blow with full force. Soon she was spitting blood that stained the ground. Lanny and Glenda stood in shock.


    “A devil, Jayden was a horrible devil.” Lanny could no longer contain himself. He dropped to his knees and cried out, “Mr. Owen, stop this! I’ll confess everything! Please, just stop! You’re killing my daughter!”


    “Go ahead,” Jayden said coldly, his face devoid of any emotion. Lanny, stuttering, disclosed everything. Jayden’s fury escted upon learning that Elyse was still captive with the kidnappers. A few secondster, he took a deep breath and issued amand to the bodyguards. “Teach her a lesson.” With that, he left with Tobin. The bodyguard, understanding Jayden’s intent, immediately delivered a final punch to Mabel. She felt her ribs crack, and before she could scream, blood spewed from her mouth, and she passed out.


    When the bodyguards released her, Mabel fell to the ground listlessly, her breathing faint. Once they had gone, Glenda could no longer contain herself, crying, “My poor girl, Jayden is a monster! I won’t let him get away with this!” Lanny also drained, slumped to the ground, gasping for air.


    “Jayden was horrible. Only a man with blood on his hands could emit such a sinister presence. He was no kindhearted soul. He was like a murderous devil returned from hell, filled with deadly intent.” Lanny sat hunched on the ground for a long time. When he finally gathered himself, he noticed he was drenched in cold sweat. Looking up, he saw the excavators still at work, realizing Jayden was unleashing his fury because he and Glenda had failed to rescue Elyse.


    After receiving thetest updates, Jayden rose from his wheelchair and ascended to the top floor of the Bayzee Group building, preparing to board a helicopter to attempt a rescue of Elyse. Upon reaching Templefail Harbor, they discovered it deserted, with only litter indicating someone had been there. Tobin approached and said, “I’ve dispatched someone to review the highway surveince footage. We should hear something soon.”


    Jayden gazed at the restless water of the dock and mused, “They might not have taken the highway. They could have left by ship.” “By ship?” Tobin echoed, surprised. “Marsey Ind lies in the open sea. It’s only essible by ship.” After a moment’s thought, Jayden instructed, “Check the cruise records from the past few days. Make sure no internal cruises slip by.” Tobin nodded and promptly set off to follow the order.


    Two dayster, Elyse was in a cruise cabin, clutching a trash can and vomiting repeatedly. A man sat nearby, idly spinning a ss of whiskey in his hand, his expression icy. “I came here to have a drink with you, but you keep vomiting. How am I supposed to enjoy my drink?”


    Elyse, weakened from the relentless nausea, realized from her first time at sea that she had seasickness. She wiped her mouth with a tissue and replied weakly, “I didn’t ask you toe here. If you want to drink, go back to your room.”


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