?<strong>Chapter 467:</strong>


    In the doctor’s office, Corrie found sce before exiting. Unexpectedly encountering Enzo was smoother than anticipated. The once formidable elder appeared more approachable than imagined.


    Considering it wise to disy loyalty before Enzo, Corrie believed she could rely on him for aid in future troubles.


    “Haha, Jayden, you threatened me first. I won’t let you slip away either!” As she strolled through the hospital garden,ughter bubbled uncontrobly from her.


    Abruptly, a stone struck her back.


    Pain shot through her as she turned to find Peyton seated in a wheelchair, his leg bound high in a cast.


    Though his demeanor was chilly, the sight of him in the wheelchair added a touch of levity.


    “You’re quite audacious. What happened to your leg? Did you aspire to wheelchair-bound camaraderie with your dear friend Jayden?”


    With a regal air, Corrie crossed her arms, exuding arrogance.


    Peyton, still clutching a stone, regarded her coldly. “Frankly, I’m not particrly fond of you. You must have noticed, right?”


    With a contemptuous sneer, Corrie retorted, “Your affection holds no value to me. I’ve no desire for love from a doctor or Jayden’sckey.”


    Approaching Peyton, she bent down with a smile. “Word has it you took a hit for Jayden this morning. Find his friendship stirring? I find it repulsive. What has he ever done for you?”


    Peyton chuckled wryly. “How swiftly loyalties change. Weren’t you pining for Jayden before cozying up to Brook? Dropped your theatrics already?”


    With a scornful nce, Corrie countered, “I’m Jayden’s ex-girlfriend. Why shouldn’t I seek his assistance?”


    Shaking his head, Peyton issued a stern warning, “Stop pestering Jayden. Don’t assume you can manipte him through Louis to get your way.”


    With a firm grip on the stone, he crushed it before extending his hand, revealing the broken pieces. “Should you disregard my caution and proceed, I can bring trouble upon your whole family, despite my profession as a doctor.”


    Your escape begins with ga ln ov els .


    Corrie’s expression darkened. Louis had been a distant memory until Peyton’s reminder, stirring an odd sensation within her.


    She had assumed Jayden, being cold-hearted, wouldn’t concern himself with Louis.


    Disregarding Peyton’s warning, Corrie remained steadfast in her convictions. She believed nothing could hinder her pursuit of desires.


    “The admonition of a cripple holds no sway over me. Save your warnings for when your leg heals.” With a graceful sweep of her hand through her hair, Corrie offered a charming smile before departing with augh.


    Unwilling to engage further with Corrie’s antics, Peyton thought maybe only Louis would tolerate her. But Louis was truly unfortunate.


    Did he really die when he tried to save Jayden?


    Otherwise, why would Jayden still be mourning a yearter?


    Gazing skyward, Peyton muttered bitterly, “God certainly has a sense of irony.”


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