?<strong>Chapter 561:</strong>


    Tracy turned away, her voice weary as she said, “I don’t know. Let’s talk about this some other time.”


    Elyse nodded. At that moment, Driscoll approached with a polite tone, “Miss Bernard, your lunch is served. Please,e and enjoy it.”


    Tracy acknowledged him with a nod and slowly rose to head towards the dining room.


    Elyse contemted apanying Tracy, but a call from the hospital interrupted her ns, requesting her presence in a few days for a regr checkup.


    Calcting the dates, Elyse realized it was indeed time. She decided to call Jayden, asking if he could apany her the day after tomorrow.


    Meanwhile, outside Crestwell Healthcare Center, Brook sat in his car, a cigarette danglingzily from his lips. He exhaled clouds of smoke into the confined space.


    Corrie approached, her steps echoing on the pavement. Dressed in a ck coat and boots, she exuded an aura of authority as she opened the car door and slipped inside.


    Once inside, Corrie couldn’t hide her irritation. “Such bad luck! Elyse has been discharged. It’s going to be much harder to reach her now that she’s back home.”


    Brook remained silent, his focus unshaken as he continued to smoke.


    Corrie’s frustration boiled over, and in a sudden outburst, she kicked him. Her heel left a stain on his ck trousers.


    Seeing the stain, Brook lost hisposure and yelled, “Are you out of your mind? Get out of the car!”


    Corrie raised her voice even louder, retorting, “You’re the one who’s lost it! If you can’t even follow your grandpa’s simplemands, then just disappear! Of all the men in the Owen n, fate had to pair me with you. What sheer misfortune!”


    With each word, Corrie’s anger surged.


    This was their moment to ascend within the n. Sess would curry favor with Enzo, securing their positions in the n as both elevated and steadfast.


    Yet, Brook seemed utterly unmotivated. Today, she had been the one to drag him here.


    Pointing a finger at Brook’s face, Corrie scolded him, saying, “You worthless piece of garbage! All you can do is work at your dead-end job. What has it gained you? Your grandfather still looks down on you!”


    Brook gave a scornful chuckle and retorted, “Oh really? And what are you getting at? You think I don’t deserve you? If you’re so eager to switch partners, be my guest.


    Remember, it was your parents who pleaded with my mom to set us up, not the other way around!”


    He continued his tirade, “How could I ever value you, a woman even Jayden rejected? You’re far too full of yourself.”


    She couldn’t fathom where Brook found the audacity to throw such usations at her, especially when he was the useless one, now flipping the script on her.


    Brook’s mood only darkened at the sight of Corrie, and not even a cigarette could quell his growing annoyance. He inhaled deeply from his cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray.


    Corrie, struggling to contain her rage, reiterated, “I’ve learned that Elyse ising to the hospital for a checkup in a few days. We need to seize this chance to take Elyse away and end her pregnancy.”


    Brook questioned, “Do you really think that will work? Jayden isn’t foolish. Do you believe he’d let us take her away?”


    Frustrated, Corrie snapped, “We have to make it work, no matter how unlikely it seems. Your grandfather expects a swift resolution. Failure isn’t an option.”


    Brook sneered, finding Corrie’s loyalty to his grandpaughable.


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