?<strong>Chapter 356:</strong>
Without looking up to meet Corrie’s gaze, Jayden spoke in a detached tone. “My wife has been massaging my legs, and I go to the hospital for regr checkups. You don’t need to worry.”
Corrie, wearing a knowing smile, nced at his legs and quipped, “Your legs seem fine to me, but you’re pretending you can’t walk. Isn’t it ufortable sitting for so long?”
Jayden’s fingers hovered over his phone as he typed. He slowly lifted his head, fixing his eyes on her. “What did you say? I didn’t catch that.”
Thinking Jayden hadn’t heard her, Corrie decided to tease. She cupped her hands like a makeshift horn and shouted, “I know you’ve been faking. Isn’t it ufortable sitting for so long?”
Corrie then gave him a sly look. “Does Elyse know about your condition?”
Jayden looked at her with a mix of skepticism and coldness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t walk,” he said tly.
Corrie shot back, “You’re lying. I’ve seen you walking around the hospital myself. You look perfectly normal.”
Jayden’s response was steady. “You’re mistaken. I can’t stand at all.”
Corrie frowned, certain she couldn’t be wrong. She approached him, trying to pull up his trouser legs for a closer look. She wanted to see if his leg muscles had withered as one would expect after a year without walking. But as Corrie leaned in, Jayden lunged forward, gripping her neck tightly.
“I thought you were shrewd, but it turns out you’re just a fool,” he said, his voice cold and merciless. His expression was emotionless, yet the bulged veins in his arms betrayed his anger. Jayden meant to kill her, and he was ready to do it without hesitation.
With each strained breath, Corrie fought for air, feeling the searing difort of oxygen deprivation. She now understood Jayden’s determination to kill her without hesitation. “Please don’t kill me,” she managed to croak, her words faint as she fought to breathe.
Jayden didn’t ease his grip. Tears streamed down Corrie’s face as she struggled for breath, her eyes wide with terror, realizing she could die at any moment. Driscoll, who hade to deliver ck tea, saw the confrontation and hurried over. “Mr. Owen, you can’t do this,” he eximed urgently.
Jayden’s voice was cold and menacing as he replied, “You think you can stop me?”
Driscoll persisted. “If your wife finds out you’ve hurt someone, she’ll despise you.”
Jayden’s body shook violently, and his grip loosened. In that moment, Corrie gasped for air, drawing a deep breath. Jayden nced at her kneeling at his feet and roughly grabbed her by the hair before flinging her aside. Too weak to fight back, Corrie crumpled to the floor, her breathsing in shallow, uneven gasps.
Jayden took the ck tea from Driscoll, sipped it, and asked, “Did you see anything, Driscoll?”
With a respectful tone, Driscoll replied, “No, I didn’t see anything.” After refilling Jayden’s cup, he turned and left without sparing Corrie a second nce.
After Driscoll departed, Jayden looked at the hand that had gripped her neck and said, “Corrie, I’ll let you go this time, but don’t try any more tricks.” Pausing briefly, he added in a somber tone, “Otherwise, I’ll take away everything you own.”
Corrie trembled, trying to stand as she replied in a shaky voice, “I understand.”
Seeing the fear on her face, Jayden gave a faint smile and said, “Come have a cup of tea.” To Corrie, his invitation felt like a devil’s call. She refused, firmly grabbing her purse and preparing to leave despite her unease. Unbothered by the rejection, Jayden hadn’t meant the invitation seriously. But he hadn’t expected her to catch him walking and expose his secret so easily.
Jayden raised the teacup to his lips and took a sip. “I’ll have to be more careful, or Elyse will find out and lose her temper.”
Meanwhile, Corrie, still in shock, sat in her car outside the vi. As she gathered herself, the realization struck: Jayden had truly meant to kill her, confirming her suspicions. Jayden could indeed walk. He had been faking all along.
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