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The phone on the table suddenly rang, and Jayden picked it up, his eyes immediately drawn to the familiar name
on the screen: Tobin.
“Mr. Owen, | heard there's a gathering at your grandpa’s place tomorrow night. Rumor has it that he might
officially sever ties with you.”
Jayden stared at the message, his mind racing. He turned to Elyse, who was idly plucking grapes and popping
them into her mouth. “Do you really not mind if | cut the cord with the Owens?”
Elyse shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed. “It doesn’t ruffle my feathers, why should it bother me?” she replied, the
corners of her mouth quirking up ever so slightly.
Jayden felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He typed out a casual “Whatever” in response to Tobin, setting the
phone down with a sense of finality.
His mind drifted to the countless unpleasant gatherings held by his grandpa in the past—a veritable minefield of
strained smiles and passive-aggressive jabs. Cutting ties could just be the clean break he needed, a chance to
turn the page and leave those scheming people behind.
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Elyse, oblivious to Jayden’s introspection, finished her grapes and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She
then slipped into bed, her eyelids already growing heavy.
After wrapping up his work, Jayden looked over at his sleeping wife. He got up and sat beside her, watching her
intently with his arms crossed. He longed to join her, to feel her warmth beside him, but the single hospital bed
made that impossible.
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Jayden thought about it for a moment but then decided to drop the idea. He didn’t want to return to his ward, so
he lay on another bed and messaged Peyton, asking him to teach him stricks about how to placate a mad
wife.
The next morning, after catching sgood sleep, Corrie drove over to the beauty salon, dead set on looking
flawless from head to toe for the gathering tonight.
By the afternoon, she'd wrapped up her beauty treatments and dialed Brook's number as she headed to the
makeup room.
Brook, buried in paperwork at his desk, hesitated to pick up the call at first. But with the dinner looming in his
mind, he begrudgingly answered.
Corrie, admiring her freshly done nails, lazily asked, “What tare you getting out of the office? I've lined up a
makeup session for you too. Just make sure you show up at the room | booked.”
Brook, caught off guard by the makeup suggestion, impatiently retorted, “Why on earth would | need makeup?
I'm a guy, for crying out loud! Are you serious right now?”
Corrie’s temper flared instantly. “Your grandpa invitedto tonight's dinner. If it weren't for you being my
boyfriend, you wouldn't even be on the invite list.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Brook shot back, his irritation rising.
Corrie snapped, “Can't you understand? If you mess this up and embarrass me, don’t even think about showing
your face at your grandpa’s gatherings with my blessing!”
Brook, feeling unfairly attacked, clenched his fists. “Corrie, you're pushing it! I'm part of the Owen family. How
dare you talk tolike that?”
“You're part of the family, fine. But why do you needto hold your hand to attend dinner?” Corrie scoffed, her
disdain evident. “Well, if | recall correctly, only Jayden used to grace these dinners among the younger lot. You're
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Corrie checked her watch, her tone final. “I don’t care what you're up to! You better be at the makeup room in
half an hour. No show, no entry. I'm going solo!”
With that ultimatum, she hung up before Brook could reply, slid on her shades, and enjoyed the scenery outside
the car window.
“Freaking Corrie! That's it! I'm done with you!” Brook exploded, slamming his fist on the desk, his chest heaving.
Outside, his assistant heard the racket and cautiously entered the room, finding Brook's eyes ablaze. “Is
everything okay? Do you needto fetch a doctor?” the assistant inquired, concerned.
Brook loosened his tie and gestured to the documents, “I've tackled the urgent stuff. Signed, sealed, delivered.
The rest is ontonight. I’m out of here.”
The assistant nodded, grabbing the papers, and Brook stormed out of the office, heading for the parking lot.
As he waited for the elevator, he bumped into Debora. Seeing him ready to bolt, Debora questioned, “Aren’t you
sticking around for the meeting later? You're expected to be there, aren’t you?”
“It's nothing crucial. You handle it,” Brook dismissed her, eager to avoid further conversation. As the elevator
doors slid open, he stepped inside, his expression resolute.
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