Chapter: 155

Jerald had climbed to his position through his marriage, relying on force to control those around him. But he lacked the true power to harm anyone.

Even in his rage, Jerald understood one thing clearly—Caden wasn't just his son. He was the firstborn grandson of the powerful Ward family, their pride and joy.

Caden didn't even blink, his icy gaze directly taunting Jerald.

Jerald, enraged, turned crimson with anger and began hurling whatever he could get his hands on.

Outside, the thunder rumbled, blending with Jerald's furious shouts.

"You bastard! You're as much trouble as your mother!"

Alicia's heart raced as she listened to the muffled chaos.

She moved toward the study door, her pulse quickening. Just as she reached it, a loud crash echoed-something had broken.

Without thinking, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Jerald was mid-motion, picking up another object, poised to throw it at Caden.

Alicia, acting on impulse, rushed forward.

"Jerald!" she cried out.

But Jerald, blinded by rage, swung the object toward her instead.

Alicia hadn't expected him to lose control so completely. She instinctively raised her arms to protect her face, bracing for impact.

A gust of wind brushed past her.

She caught a familiar scent, and when she opened her eyes, she was met with Caden's shadowed face. Her gaze then dropped to his shoulder, where his shirt had torn, revealing a wound. Blood seeped from the fabric.

She froze, her first instinct to help him, but with Joshua watching, she held herself back.

The depth of the wound was unclear, yet Caden's expression remained stone cold, his face betraying no pain. His presence exuded a frigid aura that sent a chill through the room.

Joshua noticed it too.

His eyes flickered with unease as he approached Jerald.

“Dad, stop throwing things," he said, gripping Jerald's arm, his eyes shifting between Caden and Alicia. “Caden‘s hurt."

Joshua glanced meaningfully at Alicia.

Aware of his gaze, Alicia stayed perfectly still, her face pale but her emotions concealed.

In front of her, Caden's chest rose and fell, his muscles tense, veins bulging beneath his skin.

Alicia could feel the restraint in him. She could see how tightly he held himself back. After a tense pause, Caden turned and left the study without uttering a word.

As the door closed behind him, Jerald let out a shaky breath, muttering bitterly, "Son of a bitch, daring to stand against me Like this, thinking he's free now!"

Joshua calmed Jerald down, guiding him to sit before turning his attention to Alicia.

"Are you hurt?" he asked gently.

Alicia, looking shaken, shook her head in a daze.

Before he could ask anything else, she spoke up, her voice trembling.