?<strong>Chapter 592:</strong>


    Consumed by sadness, Elyse sought sce under the covers, weeping quietly for a while. But afraid to reveal her emotions, she wiped away her tears andposed herself, sitting up on the bed as if she hadn’t shed a single tear.


    An hourter, Morgan opened the door.


    Upon seeing Morgan, Elyse’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why are you here? I thought you were on some kind of trip.”


    Morgan smiled as she approached her.


    “There was a change of ns, so I came to see you.”


    “What happened?” Elyse inquired.


    Morgan wrapped her arms around Elyse, offeringfort in a gentle tone. “It’s nothing serious. Don’t worry. I will make sure Lanny is sent to prison and avenge your parents.”


    Resting against Morgan’s shoulder, Elyse craved the warmth Morgan offered. In Morgan’s embrace, she foundfort akin to her mother’s embrace.


    After a prolonged silence, she voiced the question that weighed heavily on her heart, “Do you love my dad?”


    Morgan tensed momentarily but soon rxed. Sheughed softly and asked, “How did you figure it out?”


    “Because when you speak of him, the love in your eyes is too evident,” Elyse exined.


    Resting her chin on Elyse’s shoulder, Morgan closed her eyes and replied with a smile, “You’re right. I do love him, even though I’ve often wondered why I’d fall for someone so unreliable.”


    After a brief pause, Morgan continued, “But your mom overlooked his unreliability. She thought he was wless. I even spoke with her, advising her to be cautious regarding your dad.”


    “What did she say then?” Elyse inquired, her curiosity piqued.


    Morgan exhaled deeply and responded with a sense of resignation, “She was blindly in love at that time. She always talked about his virtues, ignoring his faults. It really frustrated me.”


    Elyse gave a sheepish smile, unsure of how to respond.


    Morgan said with a touch of sadness, “Even though your mom was naive in love, I respected her. She was so open about her love, never hiding her true feelings. That’s a quality Ick.”


    “I never knew that,” Elyse admitted.


    Morgan nodded. “I believe that’s what made your dad fall for her.”


    This prompted Elyse to ask, “Didn’t you feel jealous of my mom back then? Weren’t you resentful that she won my dad over so easily?”


    Morgan exined, “Your father and I grew up together. I had feelings for him before he met your mom, but I never confessed them. I kept denying my feelings. There were many chances when I could have told him. But I never valued those moments. Then your mom appeared, and they fell in love.”


    Morgan’s voice carried a tone of wistfulness, “I’ve never been jealous of her, only regretful towards myself. I regret not confessing my feelings to him. Now, there’s no opportunity left.”


    Taken aback by Morgan’s revtion, Elyse replied, “You’re truly open-minded and generous…”


    Morgan smiled and inquired, “What about you? Have you ever openly acknowledged your feelings for someone? Did you act like your mom when you met that special someone?”


    Caught off guard, a rush of thoughts swirled through Elyse’s mind. After a moment, she nodded and admitted, “Yes, I did.”


    “But why do I sense that you’re not happy?” Morgan released her, lifted her face gently, and asked with concern, “You don’t seem joyful. Is it because you lost your baby? Or is there something else troubling you?”


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