Chapter: 483

Her stomach churned uncomfortably.

Her complexion was ashen.

She massaged her face vigorously, trying to revive her pale features and summon some strength.

Turning her head, she accidentally caught the sergeant in a quiet conversation.

The sergeant's face looked troubled.

Noticing Alicia's gaze, he dismissed the other person and approached her.

"Did the suspect confess?" Alicia inquired.

"The hospital certified him as mentally ill- We can't proceed with charges," the sergeant disclosed.

Alicia's expression darkened with frustration.

Realizing the influence of the Yates and Green families, she understood the limits of police intervention.

Needing to rest, she requested, “Could you direct me to the back door?"

The sergeant, puzzled, asked, "Aren't you waiting for Mr. Ward?"

“He's occupied," she responded curtly, and made her way to the exit.

Stepping outside, she noticed a familiar car nearby, its hazard lights flashing.

Her surprise was evident.

Wasn't he supposed to be at the front?

How did he get here so fast?

Caden, sitting casually with one hand on the wheel, stared out emotionlessly from the rolled-down window.

“Get in," he commanded, making it clear it was not a suggestion.

Alicia disregarded his comment and moved aside.

Caden remarked, "I can come out and carry you if needed."

This left her briefly at a loss for words.

Caden then exited the car and lifted her.

She grimaced in resistance.

He leaned close, his voice low and resonant. “Your lips are pale with pain, yet you resist?"

Alicia felt her strength waning.

Her hands fell limp, and Caden helped her into the car seat.

Realizing escape was futile, she chose to remain silent and address the situation calmly.

The car's interior was already heated, providing some comfort.

Without thinking, she began to warm her chilled fingers.