Chapter: 621

Moreover, with everything that had happened, he hadn't had much of an appetite.

Clearing his throat, he tossed out a few suggestions.

Though, truth be told, he didn't have high hopes.

Alicia's cooking was hit or miss-depending on her mood. Last time, she had tossed him some celery, his least favorite food.

Even so, if she was in one of those moods again, he'd still take it; at this point, even that sounded Like a meal fit for a king.

Alicia started for the door with Cade in tow, but Caden suddenly grabbed his car keys. "I'll drive you."

"No need." Her reply was firm. “I can drive myself.”

His hand froze mid-air.

He turned his head, taking in her side profile.

"Alicia," he started, his voice quieter, “when you told me you were on a business trip, it wasn't Averibon. Was it really just a coincidence we ran into each other that day?"

Her back stiffened, just enough for him to notice.

As she cradled Cade closer, the weight of what she had done for him things he would probably never appreciate-suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

Why did she even bother? He didn't need anything.

Without turning to face him, she stroked Cade's soft head and replied softly, "I had business in Averibon. I was just resting there that night. Don't worry-I've got better things to do than stalk you."

Caden pursed his lips into a thin line.

Stalking? That wasn't what he had thought at all.

He just found it all too coincidental, and his gut told him that Yolanda had something to do with it.

But Alicia didn't linger on the topic. She walked out the door without another word.

After dropping Cade off at the groomer's, she gave the staff an address.

"Please drop Cade off at this address afterward. Thanks."

By mid-afternoon, Caden had returned to Joy Mansion.

He wasn't one to delay when things got serious, and Dorian needed to hear about Yolanda's condition directly from him.

Handing over a sleek, white business card, Caden's voice was steady.

"This is the contact for a top doctor in Averibon. He's highly skilled. I've gone over the treatment plan, and if Yolanda follows through, she has a solid seventy percent chance of recovery."

Dorian had already seen his daughter earlier that day.

There had been faint traces of her allergy, but there was something else- she seemed quieter, more withdrawn than usual, as if she was hiding something.

Now, hearing Caden bring this up so abruptly, suspicion gnawed at him.

“What exactly happened between you and Yolanda?"

Caden's reply was cool, almost indifferent. "If you want the full story, I suggest you ask her yourself. After all, you're her father; communication should come naturally."

Dorian furrowed his brow, sensing something deeper. “Does this have anything to do with Alicia?"