Chapter: 797

Dorian stood anxiously at the bedroom door as he ended the call.

Just then, Regina stepped out, shaking her head. “She is still refusing to eat."

Yolanda had been on a hunger strike all day, and her fragile body couldn't bear such strain.

Dorian felt an ache so deep that tears blurred his vision. "Why would she hurt herself like this over a relationship?" he whispered, voice heavy with concern.

Regina's expression turned somber.

“Dorian, I've been thinking about this a lot," she admitted. "Yolanda... she's different now, but at the same time, it feels like she's always been hard to understand."

Dorian looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Regina hesitated, her shoulders slumping with a weary sigh. "I don't think I have it in me to love her anymore."

Dorian was taken aback. "You don't love Yolanda? She hasn't done anything terrible — she just acted rashly, and Alicia happened to catch a cold because of it."

Regina's face softened but remained resolute. “Dorian, Yolanda is our daughter. I don't hate her. But. I realize now I don't love her the way I thought I would."

The words felt strange, even to her. During her pregnancy, she had adored the baby in her belly deeply.

For those ten months, they were inseparable, and Regina had counted down every moment until she could finally hold her.

But over the years, something had shifted. The way Yolanda looked at her, always distant and guarded, made Regina feel as though the bond between them was somehow hollow.

Taking a deep breath, Regina murmured, “Forget it. Let's not talk about it anymore."

She picked up her bowl and walked away, leaving Dorian alone in the silence.

Unbeknownst to them, Yolanda stood just behind the door, her fists slowly clenching.

So, she had been right all along.

Her fragile body would eventually wear away their affection. But was that her fault? Or was it a flaw in the Moss family itself?

After years of pain and alienation, who could she truly hold accountable?

Yolanda's eyes grew red as she glared at the door, a disdainful chuckle escaping her Lips.

Meanwhile, at Joy Mansion, the full moon cast a silvery glow across the darkened rooms, and the wind howled outside.

In the side room, the atmosphere was thick with intimacy.

Alicia had lost track of the time, unable to recall how many times it had been. Caden was as relentless as ever, his presence enveloping her. She was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open, yet something about him compelled her to stay close, matching his energy as best as she could.

By the time they were finished, the sheets were a lost cause.

Caden carried Alicia into the bathtub, then casually stripped the beddings and tossed them into the washer.

Alicia soaked in the warm water and dosed. When Caden didn't come back after a while, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Caden stood in the terrace, his upper body bare, revealing his muscular chest and arms. He was having a quick smoke.

Despite there being barely any Light, Alicia could still make out the solemn expression on his face. And she had a pretty good idea what was troubling him.

She didn't want to interfere, but she felt the need to ease some of the burden she carried in her heart.

“Didn't you say you don't like to smoke?" Alicia called out.