Chapter: 575
The room was thick with silence, tension hanging in the air.
Finally, Dorian broke it with a deep, resonant voice. "Who will make it difficult for him? And why are we even debating this? What's more important-a life or personal affairs?"
Yolanda bowed her head, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks.
Caden's face remained impassive. "No one will make life difficult for me, but my presence isn't the cure Yolanda needs. Once I've seen Grandma safely home, I must return to my duties. Mr. and Mrs. Moss, I appreciate your efforts in managing things here. Regina gave a gentle nod. "Go ahead, Caden. Your work can't wait."
Yolanda's hands clenched in silent despair.
Just as Caden turned to leave, she faked a cough.
She bit down on her mouth, the metallic taste of blood filling it.
Alarmed, Dorian quickly called for a doctor.
Caden stood aside, his expression unreadable as he watched her struggle.
Pale and teary-eyed, Yolanda looked up at him. “You should go," she whispered hoarsely. “Don't let me hold you back."
Caden pressed his lips into a thin line. "Conserve your energy, Yolanda. It's best if you don't talk," he advised softly.
He knew her condition was worsened by overexertion, much of it for his sake. The thought of leaving her in such a state felt wrong.
When Yolanda noticed he hadn't left, her lips curled into a weak smile of relief.
After the doctor examined her, Caden picked up her medical chart, his eyes scanning the details thoughtfully.
He considered finding a specialist to improve her treatment.
With a trembling hand, Yolanda reached out and grasped the hem of his jacket. "Caden, would staying upset her?" she asked, her voice fragile.
Caden's features hardened as he asked, "Who are you referring to?"
Yolanda bit her lip nervously. "Ms. Bennett," she whispered.
Caden's eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, “It's none of your concern. Don't trouble yourself over it."
His tone was polite, yet a chill lingered beneath the surface.
Yolanda sank back onto her pillow, her eyes never leaving his face.
The affection and longing in her gaze were unmistakable.
Unable to bear the tense atmosphere any longer, Ciara interjected, "I know an excellent doctor who specializes in traditional medicine. I'll ask him to prescribe something for Yolanda to try."
Dorian accepted her offer graciously. "Thank you, Mrs. Ward. That would be very helpful."
Ciara nodded and exited the room, Jasmine following close behind.
Once they were some distance away, Jasmine remarked, "Mr. Ward seems entangled in social obligations.”
“He won't be for long," Ciara replied confidently. “He values repaying favors but despises unnecessary complications. Once he's settled his debt to Yolanda, he'll leave without hesitation."
Puzzled by Ciara's dismissive tone, Jasmine asked, "If you don't care for Yolanda, why did you offer to find her a doctor?"
Ciara sighed wearily. "What doctor? I have no intention of wasting my time on that," she said bluntly. "Instead, go downstairs, buy coffee, and bring it to her.”
"Coffee? But why?" Jasmine asked, confusion etched on her face.