?<strong>Chapter 658:</strong>


    Shaun shot a helpless look at Jayden as if to say, “Your wife has lost her marbles, ming everyone.”


    But Jayden ignored Shaun. Instead, he walked over to Elyse and gently wrapped a scarf around her neck. “The wind here is brutal. I don’t want you catching a cold,” he said with concern.


    Elyse disregarded Jayden, pouring all her attention into Shaun.


    Shaun felt self-conscious under Elyse’s scrutiny, yet he remained steadfast in his belief that using others without evidence was not something he could condone.


    Elyse felt a wave of disgust seeing Shaun’s pathetic demeanor. To her, a man who couldn’t protect his woman was worthless.


    With a surge of anger, she shoved Jayden away and snapped, “Stay away from me.”


    Jayden stumbled backward.


    Watching Elyse storm toward the cliff, Jayden fumed at Shaun. “Why am I the one getting med for your blunder?”


    Shaun was left speechless, crossing his arms and retorting sarcastically, “As if you haven’t messed up before.”


    A flicker of realization hit Jayden. Yes, he had made mistakes, but they were for Elyse’s sake.


    With a resigned sigh, Jayden trailed behind Elyse, keeping a respectful three-meter distance, silently watching over her.


    Elyse stood at the cliff’s edge, peering down with a whirlwind of emotions.


    Yes, this ce matched the scene from her dream perfectly. It was at this very edge of the cliff that Tracy had plummeted to her death.


    Elyse vividly recalled Tracy’s terrified expression from the dream. It wasn’t the look of someone about to take their own life.


    Elyse lingered on the cliff for a long time, feeling the chill seep into her bones. Finally, she turned to leave.


    But as she did, she locked eyes with Jayden’s intense gaze.


    After a brief moment of silence, she asked, “If Tracy fell from here, would there be any chance she survived?”


    Jayden, caught off guard, hesitated before shaking his head.


    There were treacherous whirlpools in these waters. Anyone who fell stood little chance against them. His team had been scouring the area for any sign of Tracy but hade up empty-handed.


    Elyse got the message and, with a heavy heart, nodded. “Alright, I get it.”


    Upon returning from Liverton, Elyse was struck with a high fever that lingered for two days before finally abating.


    Feeling drained and listless, Elyse sat on her bed, too weak even to touch her beloved violin. During her recovery, she often found herself gazing nkly at the instrument.


    Driscoll ryed the news to Jayden, who, after some contemtion, decided to allow visitors. That very afternoon, Cody dropped by to see Elyse.


    Elyse, taken aback by Cody’s visit, attempted to rise, but Cody gestured for her to stay put.


    Seated by her bedside, Cody studied her face. “You don’t look so good.”


    Elyse was momentarily startled, then managed a smile. “I’m sick, so it’s no surprise I look worn out.”


    Cody shook his head. “Your heart seems troubled.”


    Elyse froze.


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