?<strong>Chapter 572:</strong>


    Fiona stared at Elyse in terror, fully aware that Elyse was in grave danger from the people who were after her unborn baby.


    She knew the situation well but had no intention of helping Elyse.


    Frozen in ce, Fiona’s eyes locked with Elyse’s.


    In them, Elyse saw a disturbing mix of fear, dread, and an unexpected hint of malicious satisfaction.


    Fiona was gloating. Realizing this, Elyse’s expression turned even more desperate and confused.


    Wasn’t Fiona her friend? Why wouldn’t she help her?


    Elyse’s heart raced, her instincts urging her to plead once more, “Fiona, please help me. I can’t bear to lose my baby! This baby means everything to me!”


    Fiona understood all too well the importance of this baby. It would be Jayden’s firstborn. If Elyse carried the baby to term, it could secure her future status.


    But if something happened to Elyse or the baby, Fiona’s own aspirations could be bolstered.


    This realization only hardened Fiona’s resolve. She feigned paralyzing fear, unwilling to lift a finger to assist. “Hurry, take her away! End her baby!” Fiona urged in her heart, her mind racing with selfish motives.


    Realizing Fiona wasn’t going to help her, Elyse’s eyes filled with resignation. Jayden hadn’t arrived, and she could already see her grim fate.


    Corrie observed Elyse’s futile struggle with folded arms, relishing the sense of power and control it brought her.


    Following Enzo had been worth it.


    “How truly pathetic, Elyse,” she remarked with a hint of sadistic pleasure. “It seems your friend has no intention of saving you.”


    Fiona felt a pang of inexplicable shame. She lowered her head, feigning ignorance.


    Elyse refused to give up hope. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with Fiona, “Fiona! Please, I beg you, help me just this once! I can’t lose this baby. Please, Fiona!”


    Fiona avoided Elyse’s desperate gaze, unable to muster a response.


    Corrie’s satisfaction grew. She had assumed everyone around Elyse would act in her favor, but clearly, some would not.


    After reveling in Elyse’s distress and fear, Corrie gestured to her bodyguards. “Alright, proceed as instructed by Enzo. Ensure no one interferes with our n.”


    Feeling utterly defeated, Elyse was escorted by the bodyguards toward the elevator.


    When they reached the elevator, Elyse’s tear-filled eyes caught sight of Jayden surrounded by a swarm of bodyguards. She couldn’t hold back her emotions, and tears streamed down her face uncontrobly.


    Jayden’s worried gaze met hers briefly before the bodyguards swiftly closed in,unching a barrage of punches at him.


    Elyse sobbed, witnessing how quickly Jayden’s momentary distraction had turned against him. His attempts to defend himself were futile; he was pushed into a defensive stance, arms shielding his head from the blows.


    Despite the onught, Jayden’s eyes remained fixed on Elyse. He wanted to get to her, to rush to her side.


    But his every attempt to move was met with strategic blocks from the bodyguards.


    Watching Jayden struggle, Elyse seemed to grasp the gravity of their situation. She nced up and spotted Brook at the edge of the scuffle, cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression one of annoyance. When their eyes met, Brook quickly averted his gaze, refusing to meet her stare.


    In despair, Elyse closed her eyes, realizing her fate.


    The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Elyse inside as Jayden’s desperate cries echoed through the corridor.


    Devastation washed over Jayden as he turned to face Brook, his voice cracking, “Where are you taking Elyse? What are you nning?”


    Before Brook could respond, a series of brutal blows struck Jayden’s still-healing wounds, causing him to cough up blood. Another blow to the back of his head sent him crashing to the floor, trembling with pain.


    Brook, taken aback by the sudden violence, dropped his cigarette and pushed through the crowd to kneel beside Jayden, checking his injuries. He saw blood on Jayden’s head and abdomen, causing his own panic to rise.


    “Are you alright? You were holding up well. Why are you bleeding so profusely?” Brook asked urgently.


    Ignoring the questions, Jayden grabbed Brook’s cor with bloodshot eyes. “Tell me, what are they going to do to Elyse?”


    Brook hesitated, then spoke softly, “I’m sorry. Elyse is still young. You two will have children someday.”


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