?Chapter 1783:


    Elyse said nothing more. She had intended to leave the cemetery, but something stopped her. Her eyes fell on another headstone.


    “Here lies the child of Elyse Lloyd and Jayden Owen…” A chill ran down her spine. “Is this…?”


    Jayden stood beside her, equally shaken. His voice trembled. “Brook told me he arranged everything. Did he… put up a tombstone for our baby?”


    Elyse reached out and traced the inscription with trembling fingers. Tears blurred her vision. “So this is where you rest… I’m sorry I didn’te sooner. Did you wait for me?”


    Jayden’s heart clenched. Neither lingered any longer. They left the cemetery at once and booked the first flight back to Cambape.


    As soon as they arrived, they went straight to Brook’s vi.


    Brook looked up in surprise. “You here for Corrie? Why are you back so soon? Did you find her?”


    Jayden nodded. “We did—but we also discovered something else.”


    Brook’s brows knitted. “What did you find?”


    Jayden’s voice was heavy. “Our child’s grave.”


    Brook stiffened, his face paling. “You went to Watscar?”


    Elyse stared at him, emotion tangled in her eyes. “Did you arrange that tombstone?”


    Brook was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. Grandpa intended for both of you and the baby to die that night. I could only save you—with Corrie taking charge of the child.”


    Jayden’s expression hardened. “Back then, you werepletely useless.”


    Brook didn’t argue. He simply bowed his head. “I was. I couldn’t protect anyone I cared about.”


    Elyse wiped her tears. “I understand now. Thank you for finding a resting ce for our child.”


    Brook’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. “No thanks needed. I failed both of you.”


    Then, as if shaking off the weight of the conversation, he asked, “Has Corrie been caught? I need to let Aunt Zoe know. I’m heading out now.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and left.


    Elyse stared at the closed door long after he was gone. “I let that child down.”


    Jayden’s arms closed around her from behind. His voice was gentle. “Don’t dwell on the past. We can have more children. Maybe, if fate allows, that child will return to us in another way.”


    Elyse looked up at him, puzzled. “What are you implying?”


    With a rare, yful smile, Jayden swept her into his arms. “We’ll never know unless we try. Let’s go home and make a baby.”


    Tracy burst through the door, cradling a bouquet of fresh blooms and shing a triumphant grin. “Jayden, did you order these?” she chirped.


    Jayden arched an eyebrow and shot Elyse a sideways nce. “When would I have squeezed that into my day?”


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