Chapter 332 Is It You, Grandpa


    Driscoll felt a pang of empathy for Elyse, sensing parallels between her and Jayden''s past. Her longing for parental love mirrored Jayden''s own childhood yearnings.


    With a gentle squat, he took out a piece of chocte, extending it to the bewildered Elyse. "You''re


    a good person. It''s not your fault to have terrible parents. You''re allowed to feel pain," he


    reassured her with a warm


    Staring at the chocte, bitterness swelled within Elyse. After a moment''s pause, she inquired, "How did Jayden handle the situation?"


    Driscoll replied honestly, "He treated Mabel harshly, but he didn''t resort to torture."


    "In that case, I''ll leave it be. I''ve just returned home, not in the best state. I don''t want to be involved. I trust Jayden''s ways of handling this matter," she dered, sinking back into the sofa to indulge in the dessert.


    As Driscoll prepared to depart, she curled up on the sofa, her mind adrift. The memory of Glenda''s indifferent gaze haunted her, a stark reminder of where she stood in their eyes. No amount of sweetness could mask the bitterness she felt. fiové(I ORm. cot


    Debora perched on the sofa in the office, her gaze fixed on the sunset beyond the French


    Her assistant nudged the door open, inquiring, "The car''s ready. Are you really heading to see the chairman?"Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    With a mischievous glint, she snatched up the document beside her, remarking, "I''ve got no choice. I just can''t fathom what Jayden''s up to. I need to meet my grandpa and dissect it." Rising with a victorious grin, she dered, "Let''s go. We might just make it in time for my grandpa''s dinner if we hurry."


    ''A smug smile yed on her lips. Since taking charge of most of the pany''s affairs, she''d found the head of Bayzee Group to be shrouded in mystery, rarely making public appearances. Despite rumors of his attendance at various events, he remained elusive, like a phantom. The more enigmatic he seemed, the more intrigued Debora became.


    She had unearthed some leads, albeit ones leading back to her cousin, Jayden, who''d been


    absent for a year.


    She couldn''t help but wonder how her grandfather would react upon learning Jayden was the mastermind behind Bayzee Group. The anticipation alone sent shivers down her


    spine.


    Jayden sat in his study, grappling with a mountain of paperwork umted over the days. A message from Troy diverted his attention.


    Upon digesting Troy''s report, his expression darkened, prompting him to dial Troy''s number without hesitation. "Is your investigation urate?"


    Troy dared not deceive him. "I''ve reviewed the surveince footage near the sites of your two idents multiple times. For the second car ident, I spotted your grandpa''s old butler at a roadside coffee shop. He left the coffee shop after the happening of your car ident.” Jayden''s fists clenched, his knuckles paling with tension.


    Years of fruitless investigation suddenly made sense. The architect of his misfortune had lurked beside him all along, silently plotting his demise.


    Troy interjected, "I''m attempting to breach the chairman''s confidential files. Once I seed, we''ll know for certain if he''s behind this."


    After the call ended, Jayden slumped into his chair, overe with a surge ofughter. "Is it you, Grandpa? Are you aiming to end me outright or merely render me


    disabled?"