Chapter 658:
Shaun shot a helpless look at Jayden, as if to say, “Your wife has lost her marbles, blaming everyone.” But Jayden ignored him, walking over to Elyse and gently wrapping a scarf around her neck. “The wind here is brutal. I don’t want you catching a cold,” he said with concern. Elyse disregarded him, focusing all her attention on Shaun.
Shaun felt self-conscious under her scrutiny, yet remained steadfast in his belief that accusing others without evidence was unacceptable. Elyse felt a wave of disgust at 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, snapping, “Stay away from me.” Jayden stumbled backward.
Watching Elyse storm toward the cliff, Jayden fumed at Shaun. “Why am I the one getting blamed for your blunder?” Shaun, crossing his arms, retorted 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 her. Elyse stood at the cliff’s edge, peering down, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. This place matched the scene from her dream perfectly; it was here, at this very edge, 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 at the cliff for a long time, feeling the chill seep into her bones. Finally, she turned to leave, but 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 had found nothing. Elyse nodded. “Alright, I get it.”
Upon returning from Liverton, Elyse was struck with a high fever that lingered for two days before subsiding. Feeling drained and listless, she sat on her bed, too weak even to touch her beloved violin. During her recovery, she often gazed blankly at the instrument.
Driscoll relayed the news to Jayden, who, after some contemplation, decided to allow visitors. That very afternoon, Cody dropped by to see Elyse. Elyse, taken aback by his visit, attempted to rise, but Cody gestured for her to stay put. Seated by her bedside, he studied her face. “You don’t look so good.”
Elyse was 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.