The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 52

Chapter 52:

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Hank continued to rummage through the bag. “You bought seven boxes? Are you planning to consume them like candy?” Caden's expression darkened.

Taking a deep breath, he pointed to the cupboard beside him. “Put them there and close it.”

Hank's concern was palpable. “Ciara was clear about not taking random medications. Can you tell me how long you've been taking them? How many have you taken? How are you feeling now?”

Before Caden could respond, a thought struck Hank. “Wait, is this why you were watching those videos in the car earlier? Did you get carried away and lose control?”

Caden's response was cold. "If I couldn't control myself, you'd be the first to know."

Hank was silent, imagining the scenario, and quickly recomposed himself. He carefully put the medication away in the private locker.

Caden then sent a message to Alice: “Who taught you to say thank you like that?”

Alice replied: "Isn't that necessary?"

This left Caden both amused and frustrated.

Shortly after, Alice asked, “Did I fall short?” She added, “They're pretty expensive: $180 each. You only bandaged my arm. Isn’t that enough?”

Caden scoffed. “Thanks for giving me over a thousand.”

"It was actually $900. There was a promotion: buy five and get two free," Alicia clarified.

Caden put the phone aside and decided not to answer. Answering would only increase his frustration.

Noticing Caden massaging his temples, Hank thought he might have caused him some discomfort. Respecting their relationship, he felt obliged to apologize. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ward, I crossed the line earlier.”

Then he opened the cupboard, took out a box and a pill.

Caden frowned, looking at Hank. “What are you doing?”

“You can take this medicine if you want, but make sure you take it after meals so it doesn't upset your stomach,” Hank replied.

Caden was speechless, wondering what kind of person he had employed.

Caden nonchalantly took a sip of his coffee and asked, “Is Jerald awake?”

Hank replied, “Yes, and he has to go back to the Yates mansion for dinner tonight.”

“Go start the car,” Caden ordered.

Hank, puzzled, asked, “It's still early to eat. Why come back so early to confront that family and make yourself uncomfortable?”

“Dealing with you just gives me more of a headache,” Caden replied, tossing the pill into the trash.

Hank noticed that Caden had been acting strangely ever since he returned to the country. Caden, once known for his emotional stability, now seemed to be always on edge.

Determined to keep the peace, Hank talked less and tried to keep Caden in a good mood.

It was rush hour and there was a lot of traffic.

Caden casually looked through some paperwork. Jerald had been sick for years, moving from one hospital to another without replaceing a cure. His condition had deteriorated to the point where the Yates family had given up hope of recovery, simply waiting for the inevitable.

Upon his return, Caden had taken care of Jerald and soon noticed abnormalities in his condition. Further tests revealed traces of a slow-acting poison in Jerald's bloodstream, a substance that was gradually weakening his heart, administered in small, unnoticed doses over time, beginning the previous year.

It was a covert and silent murder.

Caden smiled with satisfaction. “This drug is illegal here and can only be obtained through private transactions. Tell them to speed up the investigation. “I need to know who is responsible as soon as possible.”

Hank agreed.

The traffic was still heavy and it was clear that it would take a while to clear. Hank turned off the engine and expressed his confusion to Caden. “Mr. Ward, I don't understand. You despise your father so much. If you get over it, you get over it. You could just gather evidence and confront Joshua later. Why go through all this effort now?”

“I need Jerald alive for now,” Caden stated calmly.

Hank was shocked by this revelation.

Understanding the deep secrets Caden was harboring, Hank refrained from digging any further.

Caden looked out the window, taking in the pleasant weather, but his expression remained cold. The warmth of the sun did nothing to thaw his icy demeanor.

As the car crept forward, Caden was about to amuse his attention when he noticed a familiar figure emerging from a bookstore.

It was Alice, dressed in a pale green spaghetti strap dress, complemented by a sheer shawl that almost looked transparent, resting delicately on her slender shoulders. She was carrying two books and was approaching in her direction.

The bright sunlight highlighted her striking features. As Alice moved, the breeze caught her skirts, accentuating her pure and innocent appearance. Her modest yet captivating attire attracted admiring glances. Alice's beauty was undeniable.

She wasn't known for being ostentatious, nor did she shy away from attention. However, today's outfit was unlike anything Caden had ever seen her in before.

This aroused inappropriate thoughts in him, darkening his expression.

Hank noticed Alicia too and hesitated before suggesting, "Mr. Ward, should we offer Miss Bennett a ride?"

Caden looked away and firmly declined, “No.”

Hank held the steering wheel tightly, watching Alicia as she waited by the side of the road for a ride. Nearby, a few pedestrians were surreptitiously taking photos of her, whispering among themselves.

Surprised, Hank turned to Caden: “Mr. Ward, it seems they are secretly photographing Miss Bennett.”

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