Chapter: 149

When she woke up, one of her nostrils was stuffy, and her head felt heavy.

Assuming she was catching a cold, she went downstairs to get some water.

As she stepped out and glanced over the railing, she saw Jerald seated in the living room, with Shelia at his side and Caden sitting across from them.

The tension between the three in the room was palpable, and Alicia's curiosity piqued as she quietly made her way along the wall, Listening.

Snippets of their conversation reached her ears.

“You've been gone for so long, and now you only bother answering one out of every three questions. What kind of disrespect is this?"

Jerald's voice was frail but resolute.

Caden, sitting with his legs crossed, exuded an air of superiority well beyond his years, likely a result of his Ward family lineage.

His presence easily overshadowed Jerald's.

With a shrug, Caden replied, "It's been so long, what's left for us to talk about?"

Jerald snapped, "If that's the case, why are you even here?"

“Joshua said you were on death's door. I thought I'd come to say goodbye," Caden said with a smirk.

Jerald's face flushed with anger. “What kind of nonsense is that?"

“Just repeating what your youngest told me," Caden said nonchalantly.

Shelia immediately gripped Jerald's arm, her voice trembling. "Caden, stop. Please say less."

Caden shrugged again, showing no sign of remorse. “If I don't say enough, I'm blamed. If I say too much, I'm blamed. It's exhausting."

Alicia stifled a laugh.

Caden's arrogance was both infuriating and oddly amusing.

Jerald's chest heaved with fury. "You rascal! Don't expect to see a penny of my inheritance."

Caden merely snorted in response, unimpressed.

Panicking, Shelia rushed to grab the medicine, frantically shaking out several pills.

Caden watched with a bored expression. "Careful with those. They're not easy to get. Once you've used them up, they're gone."

Jerald, focused on survival, snatched the pills and swallowed them immediately, glaring at his son. "Did I spend your money?"

Caden smirked, clearly entertained by the situation.

Shelia, knowing how rare and difficult it was to obtain that medicine, shot Caden a cold Look.

"He's still your father, Caden. Is it really too much to ask for you to help him with some medicine? Must you be so petty about it?"

Caden scoffed, "Then just take the whole bottle."

Shelia was left speechless.

She was used to Caden being blunt, but this level of directness still caught her off guard.

With a pat on Jerald's chest, she feigned kindness. “Let it go, Jerald. There's no point arguing with the younger generation."