?<strong>Chapter 352:</strong>


    Worried about Elyse, Jayden decided to take her home. Elyse was exhausted. After washing up, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Jayden stared at her sleeping face for a while before finally leaving the room and heading to the study. Driscoll brought him a ss of milk and set it down on the desk.


    Frowning, he asked with concern, “They are indeed not Mrs. Owens’ parents?”


    “They are not,” Jayden sighed heavily. He had always suspected that Lanny and Glenda weren’t Elyse’s biological parents, but confirming it was still a harsh reality to ept.


    “Sir, can I ask you something?” Driscoll pursed his lips grimly.


    Jayden raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”


    “The maternity test proved that Elyse isn’t Glenda’s child. Does this mean that the olddy was telling the truth?”


    Jayden nodded in confirmation. Driscoll’s expression darkened. “But didn’t she also say that Glenda’s a murderer? Is it possible that this is also true?”


    Jayden’s eyes widened as he realized the gravity of the situation. He sat up straight and mused, “It’s possible. The doctor mentioned that the reason why she was so weak now was because she had been tortured for so long.” Jayden frowned, his eyes shing as he theorized, “What if Lanny and Glenda were her tormentors?”


    Driscoll shook his head with uncertainty. “I don’t know. I was just wondering why she imed that Glenda’s a murderer. Did Glenda actually kill someone? Or did she just say that because Glenda had been torturing her?”


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    Jayden drummed the tabletop with his fingers. The more he thought about it, the more unsettled he felt. Suddenly, he recalled the strange, almost murderous look in Lanny’s eyes as he walked away from the ward. Did he want to kill that olddy? But why? Did she know something she shouldn’t? What was Lanny trying to hide?


    A million questions swirled in Jayden’s brain, but he couldn’t figure out the answers. All of a sudden, his phone rang, snapping him out of his reverie. Coincidentally, it was Tobin calling to report on his investigation.


    “Sir, I’ve looked into J Lawrence’s background and I found something.”


    Jayden was stunned. “Go on.”


    At this moment, Tobin was standing at the door of the police station with a document in his hand. “Among the tens of thousands of women named J Lawrence, I’ve found one person who matched the information you gave me, but she’s been reported missing, and it was Lanny Lloyd who reported it.”


    Astonishment shed through Jayden’s eyes. “Interesting,” he muttered under his breath.


    Tobin was confused. “What do you mean?”


    “Proceed with the investigation and find out who J’s family is, if you can. By the way, don’t forget to investigate Rickey Owen too.”


    “You know who he is?” Tobin asked in surprise.


    “Turns out he’s Elyse’s father, a good-for-nothing punk who’s been dead for over 20 years. You should be able to find his file without a hitch.”


    Tobin nodded. However, it was only when he put his phone down that it suddenly dawned on him just how strange Jayden’s words were. Wasn’t Lanny Elyse’s father? Tobin ran his fingers through his hair in distress. Did Jayden simply have a slip of the tongue? And would Jayden kill him just to hide this little secret?


    At a loss, Tobin patted his cheeks and forced himself to calm down. After all, there was no point in fretting about such uncertainties. With that, he turned around and went back inside the police station.


    Knowing that Elyse longed to know more about her parents, Jayden decided to investigate and find out as much as he could. However, an hourter, Tobin called back with bad news.


    “Sir, I’m sorry to inform you that there’s no record of a Rickey Owen in the death records. Additionally, I couldn’t find any marriage certificate under the name Jazmine Lloyd.”


    Jayden frowned. “You didn’t find anything?”


    “I did find out that Jazmine’s dead, but she wasn’t registered as married when she died.”


    Jayden yed with the pen in his hand and murmured, “Things are getting really interesting.”


    Tobin squatted on the steps in front of the police station eating a hot dog. He said while chewing, “At present, our only clue is J Lawrence. I’ll continue to investigate.”


    “Okay.” After hanging up the phone, Jayden stared into space and fell into deep thought. Finally, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number.


    Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Elyse was fast asleep, but her sleep was troubled. She found herself ensnared in a bizarre dream. She dreamt that she was paralyzed in bed, unable to move. When she finally managed to pry her eyes open, she could only see the white ceiling above. A beeping sound kept echoing in her ears, and she knew that it wasing from a medical instrument. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t move, speak, or feel anything. But she did know one thing: she was drowning in fear.


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