The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 383:

Caden visited him the next day, carrying a contract in hand.

He grabbed Jerald’s limp hand and pressed it down, leaving a clear red fingerprint on the paper.

Jerald trembled, glaring at Caden.

Caden glanced at the red mark on the contract.

“You always intended for the Yates family business to go to your precious younger son.

But now that he’s rotting in prison, the responsibility falls to me, the older brother.”

Jerald’s body shook with rage.

His eyes widened as he muttered through clenched teeth, “The car accident… the car accident…”

Caden responded coldly, “The accident? It was fate’s way of punishing you for a lifetime of sins, Dad.”

Jerald refused to believe him.

He stared at Caden, seething with hatred.

Caden’s smile remained cold as he continued, “I spoke with the doctor.

You’ll never recover.

You’ll be nothing but a lifeless shell, stuck in bed forever.”

He paused for a moment before adding, “But don’t worry, you’ve got at least another twenty years left.

I even arranged for Shelia, your favorite nurse, to be released.

Enjoy.”

As Caden finished speaking, his smile grew wider and more sinister.

Jerald felt a fear unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Caden left the ward, and soon after, Shelia entered.

Weeks of medication had shattered her mind.

She stood beside the bed, drooling, her eyes glazed over.

Though reduced to the intellect of a child, she could still understand simple commands.

Caden had given her just one instruction.

“Take good care of him.”

She giggled as she spotted the fruit knife on the table and eagerly grabbed it.

“Slice the apple.

I’m gonna slice the apple…” she chanted, as she grabbed Jerald’s trembling hand and began slicing through his fingers, one by one.

“Slice the apple…”

As Caden walked out of the hospital, the morning light bathed him in its glow.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, and the sunlight fell on his palm.

In that moment, the warmth of the sun felt like his mother’s gentle caress.

Once in the car, Caden handed the equity transfer papers to Hank.

“Announce the Yates Group’s bankruptcy when the timing is right.”

Hank nodded, asking, “What about their assets?”

“Give it all away.”

Everything tied to Jerald disgusted him.

He wanted it all gone.

Caden gazed out of the car window, the warm sunlight reflecting off his face, though his expression remained blank.

Hank noticed Caden’s demeanor in the rearview mirror and decided to drive toward Alicia’s gallery, thinking it might help lift Caden’s spirits.

But when they arrived, Alicia was happily talking to another man.

Caden narrowed his eyes, his mood darkening even further.

Had Blake gotten that close to Alicia already?

Blake opened the car door for her, letting her into the passenger seat.

Hearing that he might bear the brunt of Caden’s wrath, Hank quietly asked, “Mr.

Ward, do you know that man?” Meanwhile, Blake slowly drove away.

Caden’s gaze remained fixed on Blake’s car.

Without bothering to answer Hank’s question, he issued a direct order.

“Follow them.”

Hank was taken aback for a moment.

Did he hear that correctly? Was he supposed to quietly trail them, or was Caden asking him to ram the other car?

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