?<strong>Chapter 575:</strong>


    When Debora ceased scolding Brook, she clutched her chest, a gasp slipping from her lips. She fixed her gaze on him, awaiting his reply.


    Nevertheless, Brook remained silent. Instead, he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket, ced it in his mouth, and lit it, disregarding the prominent “No Smoking” sign nearby. He then took a deep drag.


    “Answer me. Are you deaf or mute?” Debora’s volume rose again as she desperately waited for his acknowledgment.


    “I’m talking to you! Say something!” Her words appeared to fall on deaf ears as Brook continued to disregard her, his silence reverberating in the cold, sterile hospital corridor.


    Debora couldn’t control her annoyance any longer. She leaped forward, grabbed the cigarette from Brook’s mouth, and crushed it with her foot.


    Finally, Brook’s expressionless facade cracked. There was an undercurrent of irritation in his voice as he said, “Shouldn’t you be at work? Why are you here?”


    “Why on earth did you agree to execute such an evil thing?” Debora pressed.


    “Even though you’re wildly ambitious, you can’t lose sight of your morals. Grandpa’s intentions toward Jayden are clear! He aims to eliminate Jayden and ensure Jayden’s bloodline doesn’t persist.


    And you, you are merely being used as a puppet and an executioner!”


    Brook sneered and retorted, “I’m not an idiot, Debora. Do you think I don’t know Grandpa’s motives? Now, stop meddling in this matter and get back to work.”


    He paused, a chilling warning in his voice as he added, “Don’t poke your nose in any discussions about Jayden at thepany. Don’t pick a side. Pretend as if you’re clueless.”


    Debora scoffed, her voice thick with sarcasm as she replied, “Why are you doing this, Brook? For my good? Are you trying to pave the way for me? Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” She red at him defiantly.


    “Or are you implying that if I don’t fall in line with Enzo’s wishes, you’ll silence me as well?”


    “Yes!” Brook snapped. He was at the end of his patience, “You’ve figured it all out.


    So why don’t you fuck off? Get out of here, or you’ll end up joining Jayden in the operating room!”


    Brook’s bottled emotions burst through their dam, erupting toward Debora. Debora was nonplussed for a moment before her eyes shed with disgust. “You’re just Grandpa’s puppet, aren’t you? You’re so obedient, instantly eliminating anyone he points a finger at. The word ‘loyalty’ should be tattooed on your forehead.”


    She shot a brief nce in the direction of the operating room, a flicker of concern in her eyes, but she quickly reined in her emotions and strode away.


    Once Debora left, Brook sank wearily into a chair. He closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.


    An hourter, Jayden’s surgery waspleted. He had barely escaped the jaws of death and was transferred to a hospital ward. Brook approached Jayden’s bedside and studied his pale appearance, the expression in his eyes unfathomable.


    Corrie had caught wind of the situation. She sashayed into the room, her heels cking on the floor, and her hips swaying. Shooting a dismissive nce at the unconscious Jayden, she asked venomously, “Why did you let Jayden live instead of ending his life?”


    She smirked as she added, “Unlike you, Ipleted my task perfectly. Elyse’s child is gone.”


    “I wonder how I will be rewarded for sessfully carrying out my mission, and how you will be eventually punished.” Corrie purposely goaded Brook, her voice dripping with malicious pride.


    Brook met Corrie’s evil gaze coldly. He responded in a measured tone, “How dare you have the nerve to gloat about killing an innocent baby? How can any person be as heartlessly cruel as you?”


    Corrie’s cackle echoed through the room, no trace of fear audible. “Are you seriously using me of being heartless? What does that make you? You didn’t hesitate before betraying your cousin, did you? Enzo ordered you to obstruct Jayden’s staff and friends, and you instantlyplied.


    You’re the most cruel one of the lot. Jayden was almost thrashed to death at the hands of your own men.”


    Corrie continued her vitriolic boasting, “That reminds me, Jayden’s knife wound was my handiwork. I arranged for him to be stabbed. But when I saw him strolling around, appearing unscathed, I assumed the wound was superficial. Turns out, he was enduring the pain all along.”


    Brook’s temper red when he heard Corrie gloating. He inhaled deeply and shoved her out of the room, yelling, “Enough! Get out of my sight! I never want to see you. Get lost!”


    Corrie shot back nastily, “Have you gone crazy? Come with me. We need to meet Enzo together. Your failure doesn’t negate my sess. We agreed to eliminate different targets, and I sessfullypleted my task.”


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