Chapter 457:
Jayden took a sip of his water and casually inquired, “So, you wouldn't mind marrying Debora?”
A flicker of annoyance crossed Peyton's face. “Don’t be ridiculous. Marrying an Owen is out of the question. It's a
disaster zone.”
Jayden shot Peyton a sidelong glance. “You can’t stand my family members either. Let's be honest, the Owens
are a mess—dysfunctional and perpetually depressed.”
Peyton slammed his fist on the table, his anger rising. “Then have your child with Elyse and build your own damn
family! Leave the Owens in the dust.”
“But our child would be a target,” Jayden countered.
Peyton couldn't take it anymore. Jayden was being too stubborn. As always, Jayden couldn't tolerate anything
outside his meticulously crafted control.
Peyton took a calming sip of coffee offered by the waiter before returning to the topic. “Enough with the
hypotheticals, Jayden. Is Elyse pregnant? Are you pressuring her to terminate?”
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Jayden shook his head. “No, she’s not pregnant.”
“Then why all this talk if there's no baby on the way? Are you losing it?” Peyton's anger bubbled up again.
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But a thought struck Peyton. Normally, Elyse wouldn't bring up a baby out of the blue. Did something happen to
trigger the conversation?
With a doctor's intuition, Peyton probed, “Could Elyse be expecting?”
Jayden’s usually composed facade crumbled for a rare moment. After a long, tense silence, he finally spoke. “No,
she’s not pregnant. But she brought a child hyesterday.”
Peyton nodded slowly. “Ah, | see. Elyse wants a baby with you. Bringing a child his her way of testing the
waters, gauging your reaction.”
Another long silence descended upon them. Finally, Jayden spoke, his voice laced with uncertainty, “Does she
want a baby with me?”
Peyton threw his hands up in exasperation. “What else would it be? Obviously, she loves you and wants to have
children with you.”
Jayden covered his mouth, a flicker of fear crossing his features. The thought of Elyse loving him so deeply, so
much so that she desired a child, was a terrifying revelation. Their busy schedules barely allowed for intimacy,
let alone raising a child.
He grappled with the unexpected truth. “But | only want sex, not a baby.”
“Jerk!” Peyton exploded. “Don’t you dare askout for coffee ever again, or | can’t guarantee | won't slug you
myself!” His fists clenched, his anger a potent mix of concern for Elyse and frustration with Jayden’s self-
centeredness.
Unfazed, Jayden continued, “I told you, it’s not the right tfor a baby. | have no problem with it... eventually.”
Peyton downed the rest of his coffee in one angry gulp. “I've had enough of you. Let's get back to the company.”
He shoved his chair back, grabbed the wheelchair handles, and wheeled Jayden towards the exit.
The café bustled with activity, the street outside a blur of speeding vehicles visible through the large French
windows.
Just as Peyton reached the window, a car careened out of control, barreling straight toward Jayden.
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Reacting instinctively, Peyton shoved the wheelchair with all his might, sending Jayden out of harm’s way. The
car slammed into Peyton, the impact throwing him aside.
Jayden, shaken but unharmed, knew this was no accident. He'd been the target of three assassination attempts
recently. The assassins wouldn't stop until he was eliminated. And he couldn't risk bringing a child into this
dangerous world, a child he couldn’t guarantee he could protect.
He wanted to stand up, but the lingering threat of unseen eyes held him back. He fumbled for his phone and
dialed a number.
Luckily, the hospital where Peyton worked was nearby. Soon, an ambulance arrived to transport Peyton for
treatment.
As dusk settled, Elyse received a frantic call from Jayden. Hearing about Peyton's accident, worry gnawed at her.
“I'm on my way to the hospital,” she promised.
After informing Gavin and the others, Elyse rushed to the hospital. In the sterile ward, she found Peyton lying in
bed, still under the effects of anesthesia.
“How could this have happened?” she asked, disbelief coloring her voice.