?<strong>Chapter 589:</strong>


    Freda’s lips pursed tightly; her eyes fixed on Gavin as a wave of resentment surged through her.


    ncing at his watch, Gavin said with a tint of impatience, “Please leave. I don’t need your help, and I’m not deserving of your time and efforts.”


    Inside, Freda scoffed at Gavin’s self-awareness. Despite his words, she was not prepared to simply do as he said.


    With eyebrows arched, Freda retorted, anger tinting her voice, “What gives you the right to dismiss me? You should feel honored that I’m willing to help you!”


    A faint chuckle escaped Gavin as he observed Freda’smanding presence. “You’re quite the nuisance, aren’t you? We are worlds apart, and your relentless pursuit is beginning to test my patience.”


    Stunned by Gavin’s blunt dismissal, Freda felt her mind whirl from the audacity of his words. Freda Jimenez, rejected? Not just by anyone, but by the man she had once considered beneath her notice.


    Sensing Freda’s hesitance, Gavin pressed on, “Spending time with you has rified why you were rejected by Theo Ward. Your temper is atrocious.”


    His words hit Freda sharply, like a dagger. Being scorned by Theo was already a deep wound, a memory she desperately wanted to forget. Yet, here was Gavin, appearing to relish hitting her where it hurt.


    Freda reached her breaking point. With force, she pressed her stiletto heel into Gavin’s leather shoe, leaving a noticeable gray mark on its previously sleek surface.


    “I hate you!” she seethed, her voice quivering with the intensity of her anger. “A man like you is beneath me. I offered my assistance only out of pity!” With those final words, Freda stormed away.


    As her figure faded into the distance, Gavin exhaled deeply, relieved to escape the relentless pressure of her presence.


    Freda had been hounding him for days, her presence an unwee shadow in his life.


    The root of her relentless pursuit was trivial—she believed Gavin had shown her insufficient respect during thestpetition. Her behavior mirrored that of a spoiled princess; however, Gavin steadfastly refused to acquiesce to her demands.


    Now, he felt a wave of relief at having finally driven her away, hoping now for a few days of peace.


    From the safety of her home, Morgan sent a text to Tobin.


    She was aware of the tragic events involving Elyse and Jayden but had deliberately avoided visiting the hospital. Her presence there could endanger their meticulously nned strategy.


    Engaging in such an act would likely catch Lanny’s attention, who had been stalking her relentlessly. Given the circumstances, it was unpredictable what desperate actions he might take if he discovered the plight of Elyse and Jayden.


    To prevent this, Morgan continued her usual routine, unintentionally providing Lanny with the clues on the best time to strike.


    Morgan hadn’t been in a hurry, aimed at keeping Lanny at bay while preparations were underway. However, her focus had shifted now: her main goal was to detain Lanny quickly so she could reach Elyse and Jayden.


    As Morgan awaited an update, her phone vibrated with Tobin’s message, signaling that it was time for her daily outing.


    Responding with a simple “OK”, she grabbed her handbag and exited her apartment. Upon stepping outside the gatedplex, her phone rang again; Tobin was calling.


    “Morgan, we just saw Lanny leave after a phone call. It seems he’s heading home,” Tobin ryed, his toneced with confusion.


    Morgan considered Lanny’s unexpected departure. “Why would he leave now? What does this mean for our n?” she pondered aloud.


    Tobin sighed. “We’re not certain why he left, but his departure means you’re no longer under his watch. You can visit the hospital and see Elyse and Jayden now.”


    Morgan weighed his words carefully; they resonated with her. Immediately, she hailed a taxi and headed to the hospital.


    Morgan proceeded directly to Elyse’s room. Nearing the door, she heard Elyse’s subdued sobs. The sounds were agonizing, and Elyse appeared to stifle her cries by biting her arm.


    Aware that Elyse had suffered the loss of her baby, Morgan took a deep breath but hesitated at the door. Unsure of how to offerfort, she lingered outside, torn between wanting to be there for her friend and fearing she might say the wrong thing.


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