?<strong>Chapter 468:</strong>


    Corrie swiftly left the garden, made her way to the parking lot, and approached her Ferrari. She skillfully opened the door and slipped inside.


    Sitting in the driver’s seat, she didn’t rush to leave. Instead, she pulled a box of cigarettes from her Hermes purse. With a slim cigarette between her fingers, she inhaled deeply, letting the smoke swirl in her mouth before exhaling a cloud of gray.


    Staring nkly into the distance, she became lost in thought.


    The name Louis hadn’t crossed her mind in a long while. Hearing it again moments ago had made her heart skip a beat, something that hadn’t happened in ages.


    Louis had died because of Jayden.


    In that car ident a year ago, Louis had been right next to him.


    Pressing her restless heart, Corrie murmured, “You deserved to die, didn’t you? Only you perished in that crash. I thought Jayden would be left crippled, living a life of misery. But Jayden turned out fine.”


    She added bitterly, “Louis, you were really foolish. No wonder only you died in that ident.”


    After a long pause, Corrie chuckled. “But who would’ve thought Jayden cared about your death? He’s really a heartless man.”


    Peyton might see Jayden as a kind man with a conscience, but she knew better. In her view, Jayden was an unruly lunatic.


    With a sigh, she said, “Jayden is such a madman. I can’t believe Elyse loves him so much. They must both be abnormal.”


    Corrie flicked the ash from her cigarette out the window, suddenly thinking of Elyse. Why had Elyse visited the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department? Was she pregnant?


    Corrie’s face grew serious as she pondered. Then, with a burst ofughter, she said, “Don’t me me, Elyse. Jayden hurt me first. My only way to fight back is through you.”


    With a sly smile, she discarded the cigarette and sped out of the parking lot.


    Meanwhile, Elyse returned to her studio after Pearce left. Irving approached with a box of cookies, saying, “These are chocte cookies from my friend. Are you hungry? Want some?”


    Elyse caught the scent of chocte and felt nauseous again. She suppressed it and replied, “No, thanks. I had plenty outside.”


    Irving casually set the box on the table. “I’ll just leave it here. Remember to eat if you get hungry.”


    She nodded, grabbed her violin, and dashed out of the studio.


    She focused on her violin practice. As long as there were no strong smells, she could avoid nausea and y normally.


    After two hours of practice, it was lunch break. Gavin and the others invited Elyse to join them.


    Without hesitation, she declined, “No, thanks. My friend ising over today. I’ll eat with her.”


    Gavin epted her excuse without question. “Alright, enjoy your meal with your friend. We’re heading out now.”


    Elyse waved them off, then sighed and returned to the studio.


    She had no friend joining her for lunch. Alone, she ate her nd porridge.


    After slowly finishing her meal, she cleaned her bowl and spoon. Then she headed back to the studio garden to resume her violin practice.


    An hourter, Fiona returned with a small cake in hand. Approaching Elyse warmly, she said, “Elyse, let’s share this cake. Gavin and Irving aren’t fans, so I thought of you.”


    Elyse didn’t notice her at first. By the time she did, Fiona was right beside her. The smell of the cake made her dizzy, and she couldn’t help but retch.


    rmed, Fiona asked, “Are you alright?”


    Elyse squatted, covering her chest as she dry-heaved, but nothing came up.


    Fiona’s eyes widened with realization. “Elyse, are you pregnant?”


    Elyse froze, forcing a smile. “No, you guessed wrong.”


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