?<strong>Chapter 422:</strong>


    Startled, Elyse abruptly stood upright. Before she could fully understand what was happening, Theo swung his fist and knocked Jayden to the floor.


    Initially, Jayden nned to dodge and tackle Theo in response. However, realizing Elyse was beside him, he decided against revealing that his legs were fine. Moreover, after receiving much sympathy from Elyse previously, he chose to continue ying the victim.


    Consequently, Jayden let Theo’s fist approach before awkwardly tumbling out of his wheelchair onto the floor.


    Elyse, witnessing Jayden’s fall, let out a scream, dropped the flowers she was holding, and rushed to his side.


    “Jayden, are you okay? Please, tell me you’re not hurt. Don’t frighten me like this,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.


    Theo snorted in disdain. “How dare you, pretending to be helpless, steal a kiss from my girl? You think you’re her husband, but remember, she’s only with you temporarily.”


    Ignoring Theo’s bitter words, Jayden clutched at his injured spot, feigning agony. “I might be injured.”


    He then added with a grimace, “It really hurts.”


    Gathering her strength, Elyse wiped her tears, pulled out her phone, and quickly dialed her driver, urging him toe immediately.


    After ending the call, she reassured Jayden in a trembling voice, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you to the hospital as soon as the driver arrives. You’ll be okay.”


    Leaning on her shoulder, Jayden shot Theo a smug look when she wasn’t watching.


    Theo, noticing this, grew even more furious. “Jayden Owen, cut the act. You’re perfectly fine. Stop ying the weakling.”


    Elyse reached her breaking point. After setting Jayden down, she stood up abruptly and pped Theo across the face.


    Her voice was sharp as she warned, “Theo Ward, this is thest time I’m telling you. Stay away from me, or don’t me me for being rude next time.”


    Theo was left breathless, pointing at Jayden in disbelief. “He’s perfectly fine. He’s just putting on a show. And you hit me because of him? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?”


    Elyse faced Theo squarely, her tone unwavering. “Can’t you understand humannguage? Get out of my face. I don’t want to see you again.”


    Theo stood there, dumbfounded. It was in that moment he realized Elyse’s feelings for him had shiftedpletely.


    She didn’t love him anymore; she despised him. It was Jayden who had turned Elyse against him.


    Consumed by fury, Theo wanted tosh out at Jayden, but he restrained himself, knowing he couldn’t do anything in Elyse’s presence.


    “Mrs. Owen, I’m here,” the driver called out as he opened the door and stepped out. He spotted Jayden on the ground, looking feeble.


    The sight was so rming that the driver nearly dropped to his knees.


    With a blend of emotions, he approached and asked with concern, “Mrs. Owen, is Mr. Owen alright?”


    Upon seeing the driver, Elyse felt a wave of relief wash over her. She gestured towards Jayden’s legs and exined, “Jayden’s hurt. Help me lift him. We need to get to the hospital.”


    The news of Jayden’s injury left the driver baffled; he couldn’t see any signs of harm.


    Despite his confusion, heplied with Elyse’s request. After some effort, he managed to ce Jayden in the wheelchair, hurried into the car, and they sped off.


    Theo was left behind, overlooked. He silently observed the scene, witnessing Elyse’s concern for another man. His heart ached silently, unseen by Elyse.


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