Chapter 326 Discovering Jayden''s Secret


    Peyton was keen to continue the conversation, but he received a notification that Elyse''s report was ready. He excused himself to go read it.


    Meanwhile, Jayden stood on the staircase of the inpatient wing, finishing a cigarette. Driscoll called to inform him that he had arrived at the hospital and would soon deliver the wheelchair. Jayden nodded, preparing to head back to the ward to meet him.


    As he walked through the corridor, he suddenly felt an eerie sensation.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    He nced back but saw no one there. Frowning, he wondered if it was just his imagination


    making him feel like someone was watching him. He quickly made his way to the ward, not wanting to linger.


    Unbeknownst to him, Corrie emerged from an empty ward after he had passed. She stood there, visibly shaken. The sight of Jayden walking puzzled her-wasn''t he supposed to be disabled? She questioned whether the man she saw was even him.


    Just as she was about to investigate further, Driscoll appeared, maneuvering a wheelchair past the ward where she stood and into Jayden''s. His actions seemed intentional, heightening her suspicion that Jayden might have been feigning his W


    Stunned, she was slow to regain her posure, realizing she 0% @kv


    stumbled upon a shocking secret that, if revealed, could put her life at risk.


    She paced back and forth in the ward before finally calming herself. She picked up the bouquet


    and fruit she had prepared and headed to the end of the corridor.


    Entering the room, she greeted Brook softly, "How are you doing? Feeling


    better?"


    With a bandage wrapped around his forehead, Brook looked visibly < annoyed. He eyed the gifts and remarked with dissatisfaction, "Is this all you brought for your visit? Do you think I''ma beggar?"


    Corrie kept her smile. "You''re a patient, so I brought what seemed appropriate. What would you like to eat? We can head to a restaurant once you''re feeling up to it."


    She ced the bouquet and fruit on the bedside table, pulled up a chair, and sat beside his bed. Curiously, she inquired, "How did you end up falling down the stairs? What happened?"


    Her question triggered Brook''s anger again. He had been overwhelmed with work, stayingte for several nights, and relying on coffee to stay alert.


    That afternoon, carrying files to a meeting, he encountered Debora. They had shed at work recently, leading to an argument.


    Debora, quick to anger, had tried to strike him. In the midst of defending himself, Brook, who was also suffering from hypoglycemia at the time, lost his bnce when Debora pushed him, sending him tumbling down the stairs.


    Brook mmed his hand on the bed, his voice resolute. "! won''t let her off easily when I get back to the pany."


    Corrie waited, hoping he would continue, but Brook seemed reluctant to divulge more details. She chose not to press further, her mind stil partially upied with doubts about whether Jayden had been pretending to be disabled.


    "By the way, e watch over me tonight. I''ll be here for two more days, and no one''s here to take care of me," Brook stated, assuming < her pliance.


    Corrie''s smile faltered. "I can''t stay overnight. I have work I WieRM.éom


    "What is so important that you need to do?" Brook frowned. "Still busy with your jewelry design? You know, after we''re married, you won''t need money. You don''t have to run your own studio; it''s too exhausting. Just take care of me, and you''ll have everything."


    Corrie felt a wave of annoyance. Brook was not only inpetent and bad-tempered but also arrogant. He seemed to think that being born into the Owen family made him royalty. Despite her irritation, she kept her expression neutral. Marrying Brook would indeed bring many benefits to her family, and she would share in those, so she continued to y her part. Pretending to be engrossed in her phone, she sent out a few messages. After a short while, she stood up. "I have something urgent to attend to. Take care of yourself," she said briskly. Brook''s frown deepened. "Did 1 give you permission to leave? e back here!"


    Corrie rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. If Brook wanted someone to take care of him, he should call for a caregiver or a maid. She was not going to fill that role.


    As she left the ward and was about to exit the inpatient wing, a thought struck her, and she turned towards Jayden''s ward instead.


    Curiosity piqued, she wondered how Jayden would react if she confronted him about seeing him walk.