?<strong>Chapter 423:</strong>


    Elyse sat in the car, gently holding Jayden’s hand, and asked worriedly, “Are you still feeling unwell?”


    Jayden nodded. “Yes.”


    He then added, “It hurts quite a bit.”


    The driver nced at Jayden in the rearview mirror with a look of skepticism.


    Elyse seemed oblivious to Jayden’s exaggerated difort. It was said that Elyse was deeply in love with Jayden, something the driver had previously doubted, but now it seemed evident.


    Elyse gently caressed Jayden’s cheek and reassured him, saying, “We’ll be at the hospital soon. Peyton will check you out, and you’ll be okay.”


    Jayden nodded, shut his eyes, and exaggerated his weakness even further.


    At the hospital, Peyton raised an eyebrow when Elyse described Jayden’s condition. “He’s in a lot of pain, you say?”


    Elyse nodded earnestly and urged, “Please check him quickly. He’s really suffering.”


    Peyton touched his nose, looking confused. He nced at Jayden, who shot him a menacing look.


    Realizing the hint, Peyton took control of Jayden’s wheelchair, wheeled him into his office, and began to close the door.


    Elyse moved to follow them, but Peyton held up a hand and exined as she looked puzzled, “Family members usually wait outside during this type of exam.”


    Elyse nodded, reluctantly retreated, and sat down on a chair in the hospital corridor.


    Just then, her phone rang. It was Gavin. She suddenly remembered that she had left the concert hall abruptly without informing anyone.


    She answered and apologized, “I’m sorry, Gavin. I left in a hurry.”


    Gavin responded, “It’s fine. I figured you might have left, so Irving, Fiona, and I left too. Rest up today. Tomorrow we start intensive practice. Hope you’re ready.”


    Hearing this, Elyse turned pale. The previous days had nearly broken her, and those weren’t even intensive sessions.


    Elyse hung up the phone, her mind filled with dread.


    Yet, her immediate concern was Jayden. She was clueless about the nature and extent of his supposed injury.


    Back in Peyton’s office, Peyton stood with his arms crossed, asking, “Are you actually sick? You don’t seem hurt. What’s all this about?”


    Jayden, sitting rxed in the wheelchair, responded, “Can’t you just note something down in my medical records?”


    Peytonughed, finding the situation humorous. “What’s this? ying the wounded hero?”


    Jayden shook his head, wagging a finger. “You don’t get it. It’s not often you get a chance like this. I’m doing it to strengthen my bond with Elyse.”


    Peytonughed sarcastically, saying, “Really, buddy, you’re deceiving your wife again. Don’t you worry that it mighte back to haunt you one day?”


    Jayden gave Peyton a look as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and retorted, “Deceiving? I call it strategizing.”


    “Alright, alright, you win. I’m not going to debate this with you,” Peyton said as he sat down and began filling out the medical records. He casually prescribed some ointment for external injuries and handed the prescription to Jayden.


    Hemented, “Anyway, if someone wants toe and give my hospital some business, I’m all for it.”


    Jayden looked over the prescription a few times, making sure it was correctly filled out, and responded with satisfaction, “Next time I need something, I’lle to you.”


    Peyton had enough. “Just go already.”


    When Elyse saw Jayden emerging from the doctor’s office, she rushed over and asked, “How are you? Is it serious?”


    Jayden shook his head. “Just a surface injury. A bit of this ointment and I’ll be good in a couple of days.”


    Relieved, Elyse let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Jayden’s condition wasn’t serious.


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