?<strong>Chapter 573:</strong>


    Confusion shed in Jayden’s eyes. After a few seconds, he understood what Brook meant. He grabbed Brook by the cor, veins bulging on his arms, his entire body trembling. He looked terrifying.


    Jayden then shouted angrily, his face red with rage, “I betrayed the Owens! It was me! Whatever problem you have should be with me! Why hurt Elyse?”


    Brook’s demeanor cracked at that moment, his eyes reddening.


    He lowered his gaze, not daring to meet Jayden’s eyes. He once thought that he had lost the ability to feel this way, that his conscience was long dead. In the Owen n, where the strong preyed on the weak, one couldn’t allow himself to feel.


    Brook had done unimaginably shady things for Enzo in the past. He thought he would never feel ountable for the things he did. But now, his conscience condemned him for what was happening. He should never have endangered Elyse’s unborn child. Both Elyse and the child were innocent.


    Yet, he felt he had no choice. He was trapped in his position and had to obey.


    He was tormented. Brook was silent for a long time before finally speaking in a defeated voice, “I’m sorry. If you want to me someone, me me.”


    Jayden, with red eyes, pushed away Brook, who was holding him up. His injury tore open, causing him to lose feeling in his lower body, and waves of pain radiated from the back of his head.


    Unable to stand, he crawled on the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the white marble as he struggled towards the elevator.


    But before he could reach it, he passed outpletely.


    Brook stared at the unconscious Jayden and shouted angrily, “What are you all standing around for? Call the doctor now! If anything happens to him, you’re all dead!”


    “No! Please, don’t harm my baby. I can’t lose it. Please, show some mercy!” Elyse pleaded as she was forcibly taken into the operating room.


    She continued struggling and begging, imploring the doctors and nurses to spare them, but they ignored her cries.


    They secured Elyse to the operating table and gave her anesthesia. Hopelessness consumed her. She desperately prayed for a miracle, though deep down, she knew it was no use. Soon, the precious life in her belly would be taken from her.


    The anesthesia took effect swiftly. She slowly closed her eyes, tears lingering on her cheeks.


    In the darkness that enveloped her, Elyse stood motionless. Time seemed to slip away, leaving her disoriented, disconnected from her surroundings, and adrift in a void of emptiness.


    After what felt like an eternity, a faint light emerged in front of her. She sensed a warmth emanating from the gentle glow and moved towards it.


    As she drew closer, the light suddenly enveloped her, causing her to shut her eyes in fear. A few moments passed, and Elyse cautiously reopened her eyes.


    Before her, a little girl sat on the floor, engrossed in ying with blocks. Seeing the girl filled Elyse’s heart with warmth. She knelt beside the girl, gathering the scattered blocks, her fingers trembling.


    “Mommy.” The little girl’s innocent voice rang out. Elyse couldn’t discern the girl’s features clearly, but the sound of “Mommy” pierced her heart.


    “Mommy, don’t be sad. Don’t be mad at Daddy. I know both of you love me very much, so I’m not sad.” The little girl gently cupped Elyse’s face, her small hands nuzzling against her cheek.


    Elyse was speechless. She could only gaze at the girl with tears streaming down her face.


    The little girl wiped away Elyse’s tears, softly adding, “Mommy, next time, bring my little brother to see you. Goodbye for now.”


    As soon as the girl finished speaking, everything around them began to fade into darkness.


    Elyse broke downpletely when she heard those words.


    She wanted more than anything else to hold her child and keep her safe.


    Slowly, Elyse’s eyes opened, and she was greeted by a white ceiling and the scent of disinfectant. Her mind was foggy, and it took her a moment to recall where she was.


    “Elyse! You’re finally awake!” Clive was the first to notice, rushing to her side. “How are you feeling? Any difort?”


    Elyse gently touched her stomach and asked in a hushed voice, “Clive, is my baby gone?”


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