?<strong>Chapter 1611:</strong>


    Jennie stiffened. She didn’t recognize them. Cautiously, she pushed herself up in bed, her voice unsteady. “Wh-who are you? How do you know my name?”


    Elyse’s smile didn’t waver. “Brook personally asked me to take care of you while you’re recovering,” she exined with an easy grace.


    At the mention of Brook, Jennie’s brows knitted together. She asked, “Where is he? I need to see him.”


    Elyse kept her voice calm. “He’s caught up in a meeting at thepany. He’lle as soon as he’s free. Also…”


    She let her gaze drift to Jennie’s legs, her expression turning sympathetic. “Your feet were in pretty bad shape—blistered and swollen. The doctors have treated them, but you’ll need to stay here for a while to regain your strength. You were also quite malnourished.”


    Jennie flushed, rubbing the back of her head. “I—I hope I’m not being too much of a burden.”


    Elyse let out a soft chuckle. “Not in the slightest.”


    Jennie dropped her gaze, twisting her fingers together as if something was on her mind but too shy to voice it.


    Elyse noticed but chose not to press.


    To Jennie, she was still a stranger—if Brook were here, she might have felt more at ease.


    Elyse took the food tray from Driscoll and offered it with a gentle smile. “This is a special breakfast prepared by the chef at my house. Brook mentioned that you like sweet pastries, so I had them make something just for you. Give it a try—I hope it’s to your liking.”


    Jennie hesitated for a second before epting the meal, casting a quick nce at Elyse before murmuring, “Thank you.” Then, as if unable to hold back any longer, she dug in.


    She was too ashamed to admit just how ravenous she felt. Corrie had orchestrated everything, determined to stir Brook’s sympathy and concern. Not only had Corrie forced her to wander endlessly in search of him, but she had also deprived her of food for an entire day.


    By the time Jennie finally arrived at the vi area yesterday, she waspletely spent, her body running on sheer willpower. Every step had been a struggle, but she had forced herself forward, pushing past her limits until she could go no further.


    It was no surprise that she devoured the meal in record time.


    Elyse, noticing how quickly the food disappeared, asked gently, “Would you like some more?”


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    Jennie licked her lips, clearly tempted, but pride held her back. She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m full.”


    Elyse didn’t push. Instead, she pulled a sleek phone from her bag and held it out. “Brook asked me to give this to you. You can use it for now—he’ll call youter.”


    Jennie took the phone, her fingers brushing over the smooth surface, a flicker of joy shing in her eyes. But just as quickly, her excitement dimmed.


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