Chapter: 126

This left Caden both amused and frustrated.

Soon after, Alicia inquired, "Did I get too few?" She added, "They're quite pricey-180 dollars each. You only bandaged my arm. Isn't this enough?"

Caden sneered in response, "Thanks for dropping over a thousand on me."

"It was actually 900. There was a promotion-buy five, get two free,"

Alicia clarified.

Caden set his phone aside, choosing not to respond.

Replying would only escalate his frustration.

Noticing Caden massaging his temples, Hank thought he might have caused upset.

Respecting their relationship, Hank felt compelled to apologize. “I'm sorry, Mr. Ward, I was out of line earlier."

With that, he opened the cabinet, retrieved a box, and took out a pill.

Caden frowned as he watched Hank and asked, "What are you doing?"

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

Caden was at a loss for words.

He wondered about the kind of person he had employed.

Indifferently, Caden sipped his coffee and inquired, “Has Jerald woken up?"

Hank recalled, "Yes, and you need to return to the Yates Mansion for dinner today."

"Go start the car," Caden directed.

Hank was puzzled and questioned, “It's still early for lunch. Why return so soon to face that family and make yourself uncomfortable?"

“Dealing with you gives me more of a headache," Caden retorted, throwing the pill into the trash.

Hank noticed that Caden had been acting unusual since his return to the country.

Caden was once known for his emotional stability.

Lately, he seemed to be on edge all the time.

Deciding to keep the peace, Hank chose to speak less and tried to keep Caden in good spirits.

It was the rush hour, and the traffic was dense.

Caden casually reviewed some documents.

Jerald had been ill for years, moving from one hospital to another without finding a cure.

His condition had deteriorated to the point where the Yates family had abandoned hope for recovery, awaiting the inevitable.

Upon his return, Caden had taken Jerald into his own care and soon noticed anomalies in Jerald's condition.

Subsequent tests showed 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, dating back to the previous year.

This was a covert, silent assassination.