?<strong>Chapter 566:</strong>


    Elyse eyed Fiona suspiciously, sensing something off about her today. Fiona, typically mindful of boundaries, had unexpectedly ventured upstairs. Was it just a mistake?


    Approaching Elyse with feigned concern, Fiona inquired, “Since your pregnancy, have you felt any difort or mood changes?”


    After pondering briefly, Elyse responded, “The morning sickness has eased sincest week. I’ve been able to eat without getting nauseous, and overall, I’m feeling quite upbeat.”


    Fiona’s face fell slightly upon hearing this. She had hoped for a more troubling update. How could Elyse be adjusting so well?


    Momentster, Elyse added offhandedly, “Though, I do need to visit the hospital tomorrow for a regr checkup.”


    Fiona’s interest was piqued immediately. “Oh? You need to go to the hospital? May Ie with you?”


    “No need, Fiona. Jayden will be with me,” Elyse replied instinctively.


    Unperturbed, Fiona grasped Elyse’s hand more firmly. “But I care about you too. Let me apany you.”


    Taken aback by Fiona’s sudden eagerness, Elyse hesitated. “It’s truly just a straightforward procedure. You live quite a distance away. There’s really no need for you toe and apany me to the hospital.”


    Spotting an opening, Fiona quickly suggested, “How about I stay over tonight, then? We can head to the hospital together in the morning. It won’t be any trouble at all.”


    Elyse fell silent, unsure how to respond. Her prolonged silence filled Fiona with a growing sense of unease, prompting her to wonder if Elyse had be suspicious.


    Finally, Elyse murmured softly, “Well, if you insist, you’re wee to stay.”


    Upon achieving her goal, Fiona was ted and asked, “Should we let your husband know?”


    “I’ll call himter,” Elyse responded and carefully withdrew her hand from Fiona’s grip.


    Fiona, growing impatient, pressed further, “Why wait? Call him now. Also, find out when he’ll be back. It’s nearly lunchtime; he might join us.”


    Elyse had regained herposure and answered calmly, “No need, I already know his return time.”


    Fiona felt a surge of anger at Elyse’s response. Was Elyse trying to assert her dominance as his wife?


    So what if Elyse had met Jayden before she did? It was not a big deal!


    Without Elyse’s assistance, she had encountered Jayden on her own; their meeting had been fraught with drama—seemingly fated.


    Biting her lip, Fiona’s resolve to win Jayden over intensified.


    Just then, Gavin entered, with Freda following behind.


    Upon noticing Fiona, Gavin inquired, “Did youplete the form? I need to leave soon.”


    Freda eyed Fiona critically, recognizing her instantly. With arms crossed and a scornful look, she remarked, “She didn’t even make the top eight. How is she qualified to fill out any form? The standards abroad are incredibly high.


    Are we really considering letting a loser represent us?”


    Elyse gasped sharply, taken aback by Freda’s brazenness.


    Fiona’s expression darkened considerably. Rising to her feet, she demanded, “Gavin, why is she here? Did you invite her?”


    Gavin avoided Fiona’s inquiry and instead observed Freda’s overbearing demeanor. He sighed deeply and remarked, “Fiona, you’re quite talented. You only lost thepetition because you let your emotions get the better of you.”


    Fiona clenched her jaw and shot back at Freda, “You’re the reason I lost, you troublemaker!”


    A mocking smile spread across Freda’s face as she retorted scornfully, “Have you lost your mind? I only rigged the oue for Elyse. The other contestants’ scores were legitimate. You came in tenth; you didn’t even make the top eight. How can you say I caused your failure?”


    Rolling her eyes, Freda sneered, “If you can’t own up to your own shorings, how skilled can you actually be?”


    Fiona’s anger reached a boiling point. She swept the papers and pen off the table, sending the registration form flying.


    She shouted defiantly, “Fine, I admit I’m not as good as the others. I’m out of this ridiculouspetition!”


    “Fiona! Do you realize what you’re saying?” Even Gavin, normally soposed, was annoyed by Fiona’s stubbornness.


    Elyse began gathering the strewn papers and carefully reced them on the table. She implored, “Fiona, Gavin went out of his way to secure this spot for you. You can’t just throw it away.”


    “Shut up! You are just a junior. You have no right to talk!” Fiona snapped at Elyse, showing no respect.


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