?<strong>Chapter 502:</strong>


    Hearing the voice, Elyse slowly opened her eyes and asked in a soft voice, “Irving, why are you here?”


    Now that Elyse was awake, Irving hurried over to her side and, with a concerned touch to her belly, he stammered, “Are—are you pregnant? Is it true? How far along are you? Could you actually have the baby next month?”


    His barrage of questions brought a smile to Elyse’s face. She gently patted the back of Irving’s hand and responded, “Irving, pregnancysts about 40 weeks. How could I possibly give birth next month?”


    Irving scratched his hair, embarrassed. “Oops, I’m just too excited.”


    He then turned, pointing to Clive who stood behind him, and asked with a hint of annoyance, “Is this your husband? Did he get you pregnant?”


    Clive, looking rather helpless, reiterated, “I’m really not her husband. You’ve got it all wrong.”


    With a sullen turn, Irving asked, “He isn’t?”


    Elyse shook her head. “No, he’s a friend of my husband.”


    Irving shot Elyse a piercing look, slumped into the chair, and demanded, “Where’s your husband? Tell him toe here. I need to speak with him.”


    “He’s in the next room over,” Elyse responded, her eyes wide with sincerity.


    Upon hearing this, Irving leapt to his feet and strode toward the next ward.


    Clive scurried after him, worried Irving might harm Jayden, especially since Jayden was defenseless.


    As they entered the adjacent ward, Irving caught sight of Elyse’s husband. Realizing Jayden was in aa, his anger subsided somewhat. Approaching the bedside, he inquired, “What happened to him?”


    Clive, anticipating Irving’s impulsive nature, quickly interjected, “He was injured.”


    Irving frowned, puzzled. “How?”


    “It’splicated, but he took a risk to save Elyse,” Clive added after a brief pause, implying there was some good in Jayden. “He’s not all bad.”


    Irving nodded slowly, digesting the information, then asked, “When is he expected to wake up?”


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    “It could be any moment now.” Clive nced at the clock on the wall, noting that it had been about five hours since the surgery. Jayden could indeed regain consciousness soon.


    Irving fell silent, his gaze fixed on Jayden for an ufortably long stretch. Abruptly, he struck Jayden across the face while Clive was momentarily distracted.


    A chill of fear ran down Clive’s spine, drenching him in cold sweat. He blurted out, “What are you doing? You hit him!”


    Irving’s eyes burned with indignation as he retorted, “Elyse is climbing thedder of her career, but now she’s pregnant. Doesn’t he deserve that p?”


    Clive opened his mouth to argue, but he paused when he saw Jayden’s eyelids flutter. “He’s waking up! I’ll get the doctor!” he eximed, darting out of the room.


    Left alone with Jayden, Irving smirked and whistled. “A p woke you up? Maybe what you need is a good beating.”


    Jayden, his mind a fog, took a moment before asking uncertainly, “Who are you?”


    “I’m your worst nightmare,” Irving snapped back, rudely.


    This left Jayden stunned. After a brief pause, his expression turned lethal. “Say that again.”


    Irving was already seething, and he was about to escte the situation when Clive burst back into the room with a team of doctors and nurses, effectively halting the brewing storm between him and Jayden.


    The exam confirmed Jayden was unharmed. After the medical team departed, his thoughts immediately turned to Elyse. With a palpable sense of urgency, he inquired, “Where’s Elyse? Is she all right?”


    Upon hearing her name, Clive and Irving exchanged looks, their expressionsden withplexity.


    Jayden, puzzled by their silence, sensed their reactions spelled trouble, perhaps more serious than he feared. Striving to maintain hisposure, Jayden probed further, “Where is Elyse? I saved her, didn’t I? Why hasn’t shee to see me?”


    Irving bristled at the question. The idea that Jayden expected a pregnant Elyse to visit was preposterous to him.


    Annoyed, he retorted, “Elyse is in the next ward over. If you want to see her, you’ll have to go there yourself.”


    Ignoring the doctor’s earlier cautions, Jayden, unable to contain his emotions any longer, wheeled himself to Elyse’s ward.


    He quietly opened the door to find her sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, her eyes gently closed.


    He approached her bedside and took her hand, yearning to speak. Yet, his voice failed him.


    Just then, Elyse sensed his presence. Her eyes fluttered open,nding on an anxious Jayden.


    Noticing him still in his wheelchair, she asked nonchntly, “You can walk, can’t you? Why are you still in the wheelchair?”


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