?<strong>Chapter 514:</strong>


    Fiona’sst glimmer of hope was crushed. She stood frozen, watching Jayden disappear into the night, his figure fading away. He imed he wasn’t her savior, but why did he look so much like that man?


    No matter how hard Fiona tried, she couldn’te up with an answer until Gavin’s call interrupted her thoughts. She picked up the phone.


    “Where did you go? Get back here,” Gavin demanded angrily on the other end.


    Fiona retorted instantly, “Do you need to know even when I go to the bathroom? I’m on my way back.”


    Annoyed, she ended the call and headed toward the elevator. Upon returning to the ward, Fiona noticed Elyse chatting joyfully with Gavin and felt a surge of jealousy.


    She was jealous of Elyse’s sess in thepetition and her happy marriage. In her view, Jayden was a truly thoughtful and family-focused husband. She couldn’t help but wonder: had she met Jayden before Elyse did, could she have been the one married to him?


    The more Fiona dwelled on this, the more irritated she became. She felt an urge to tell Elyse that Jayden had once saved her in a manner so romantic.


    Noticing Fiona standing absentmindedly, Elyse paused and gestured to the empty chair next to her, saying, “Fiona, why are you standing over there? Come and sit.”


    “Okay.” Fiona regained herposure, sat down, and then, interrupting Elyse and Gavin’s conversation, she said, “Give me your husband’s contact details.”


    Elyse was stunned. “What?”


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    Fiona smoothed her hair and asked calmly, “Aren’t you pregnant? I’m just concerned something might happen to you, and I wouldn’t be able to reach your husband.”


    Before Elyse could reply, Gavin’s expression darkened. “Why would you suggest something might happen to Elyse? Can’t you say something more positive?”


    Fiona, feeling cornered, snapped back, “I’m just concerned for her safety, and you think I’m cursing her? Gavin, do you hate me?”


    Weren’t you the one targeting Elyse first?” Irving, standing at the doorway with a bag of snacks, fixed his gaze on Fiona, his face stern.


    Upon spotting Irving, Fiona’s heart raced. She involuntarily stepped back and responded weakly, “Elyse and I are friends. How could I ever wish her harm?”


    Irving scoffed, “I’m Elyse’s senior. If anything happens to her, I’ll be the one to contact her husband. Just focus on yourself and leave her be.”


    Fiona sensed an underlying message in Irving’s words, as if he was implying something more. Perhaps due to her own guilt, even Irving’s casual remarks seemed suspect to her.


    Fiona hesitated to say anything further, worried that more exnation might expose her true motives.


    Observing Fiona’s sudden reticence, Gavin turned to Irving and asked, “What’s with all the snacks?”


    Irving shook the bag of snacks. “They’re specifically for Elyse. These are healthy snacks, perfect for pregnant women.”


    Fiona’s eyes widened in surprise. The typically aloof and assertive Irving was actually looking after someone, and that someone was Elyse.


    How did Elyse manage to garner such care and attention? Everyone seemed eager to support her. If only Irving would show her the same concern, Fiona felt a pang of envy as both Gavin and Irving seemed to prioritize Elyse, making her feel excluded. Did they only view Elyse as their true friend?


    After a while, Fiona felt too uneasy to remain seated and stood up, saying, “I have something to do. I need to leave now.”


    Elyse looked at Fiona with concern, sensing something was off with her. She wondered if Fiona was still upset about the oue of yesterday’spetition.


    With this thought, Elyse grabbed Fiona’s hand and said with aforting smile, “Fiona, once I’m done resting, we should y the violin together.”


    Charmed by Elyse’s warm smile, Fiona replied hesitantly, “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”


    Gavin then stood up and said, “Since you’re heading out, I’lle with you.”


    Confused, Fiona asked, “Gavin, where are you going?”


    Gavin looked at her intently. “I’ll take you to lunch and we can work on a training n for you. It’s time to improve your skills.”


    Fiona bit her lip and responded somberly, “Fine.”


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