Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
Dorian’s usual easygoing demeanor had been replaced by an unmistakable ruthlessness.
“Mr. Moss,” Caden said coldly, “Yolanda is detained inside. Would you like to see her?”
Dorian’s expression stiffened.
“Don’t worry,” Caden taunted. “She’s a rich young woman who’s been pampered all her life. She won’t suffer much.”
Ronald knew well that Caden was ruthless.
He had no defense for Yolanda.
“So, then!” Dorian growled. “Did you call me here just to rub it in my face, or are you planning to have me arrested as well?”
Caden shifted leisurely in his seat, but his tone remained firm. “For old times’ sake, I won’t take any action against you. But I can’t promise the same if something like this happens again.”
Dorian scoffed. “Do you really think the Warrington police can do anything to me?”
Caden’s gaze sharpened as he spoke slowly. “If they are as compliant with you as you claim, then how do you think they managed to apprehend your precious daughter?”
No sooner had Caden finished speaking than the interrogation room erupted with sounds of scuffling and yelling. Yolanda was clearly making a scene.
“Do you know who my father is?” she screamed, followed by a barrage of similar remarks.
Dorian glanced over just in time to see Yolanda being escorted out by two police officers.
The chief approached Caden and said, “Everything is in order, Mr. Ward. Given Miss Moss’s criminal activities, she will be detained for no less than seven days.”
“How dare you!” Dorian exploded.
The chief glanced at him, unfazed by his outburst. “Are you a relative of Miss Moss?”
“I am her father.”
“Perfect,” the chief replied. “You will need to provide a statement as well.”
Dorian looked like he wanted to argue, but Caden interrupted. “Don’t waste your energy, Mr. Moss. The world doesn’t revolve around you. You can’t just use your influence to interfere with the authorities’ work.”
Dorian glared at him, eyes blazing with hatred. He could tell the chief had a special relationship with Caden. But no matter how powerful Caden’s connections were, it couldn’t change the fact that Yolanda had broken the law. Frustrated and unprepared, Dorian couldn’t defend his daughter.
Just then, Yolanda spotted him, and her crazed expression turned pitiful. “Dad! Dad, are you here to take me home?”
Dorian wasn’t foolish enough to openly defy the police. “Cooperate with them for now, Yolanda. I’ll sort this out soon enough.”
Sadly, that wasn’t what Yolanda hoped to hear. She didn’t want to stay at the police station any longer, so she resorted to her usual tactic – gasping for air and pretending to feel faint. “Dad, I want to go home. I don’t feel well. Take me home, please. I don’t want to stay in this place.”
Dorian instinctively stepped toward her.
“The police station has its own doctors,” Caden called out in a cold voice. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Just then, the chief intercepted Dorian, blocking his path.
Caden knew Yolanda was faking her so-called illness, and the police were well-versed in such tricks. They wasted no time calling for a female doctor to examine Yolanda.
For once, Yolanda calmed down and allowed the doctor to check her.
That is, until the doctor declared, “Miss Moss is fine. There is nothing wrong with her.”
“But I can hardly breathe!” Yolanda cried out. “Are you just going to let me die here?”
Exasperated by her antics, the chief waved at his officers, sending Yolanda straight to a detention cell. When the doors of the cell opened, Dorian caught a glimpse of several hulking inmates inside.
Needless to say, they leered at Yolanda as she was brought in.
Dorian turned to Caden and demanded, “You’re putting Yolanda in there with those hooligans?”
Caden’s face remained impassive. “Everyone is treated equally here. Criminals are detained, regardless of their status. If you have a problem with that, feel free to report it to the government officials.”
Without warning, Dorian lunged at Caden, grabbing him by the collar. “Don’t push your luck, Caden Ward!”
Caden remained unmoved. “Have you seen the video that your daughter sent to my grandmother, Mr. Moss?”
Dorian scoffed. “She was just being immature.”
Caden narrowed his eyes, sneering. “If my reaction had been even half as immature as her behavior, she wouldn’t be in the police station tonight. Instead, I would have made her star in a compromising video with multiple men.” He shoved Dorian away and straightened his clothes. “And I assure you, Mr. Moss, you’ll have the honor of seeing the very first copy.”
Dorian’s nostrils flared as he glared at Caden, his eyes bloodshot with anger. For the first time in his life, he felt an overwhelming urge to strike Caden down.
A long silence passed.
The two men stood facing each other, each knowing that the fa?ade of friendliness they had maintained over the years was now shattered beyond repair.
Caden was the first to break the silence. “I don’t have much else to say, Mr. Moss. You’ve inspired me in the past and helped me pave my path to success. To repay your guidance, I’ll consider this matter settled.”
“Why bother with such blatant hypocrisy?” Dorian spat out.
Caden shrugged dismissively. “Take care of yourself. Even if you call in all the reinforcements you can muster, you won’t be able to save Yolanda.”
As soon as Caden left, Dorian rushed to the cell to check on Yolanda.
There were guards present, so the thugs didn’t dare touch her. But their lascivious stares and lewd gestures were enough to push Yolanda to the brink of a breakdown.
Dorian’s heart felt like it was being ripped apart. He left the police station immediately and called his contacts for help.
It was late when Caden finally returned to Joy Mansion.
He collapsed onto the sofa, utterly exhausted.
A moment later, Benedict came downstairs. “Why do you always push so hard? You could’ve led an easier life without that woman,” he chided his nephew.
Caden opened his eyes and glanced at Benedict, remembering the message Jasmine had sent him.
Instead of responding to Benedict’s question, Caden asked, “What did Alicia do wrong? Why did you have to berate her right after returning from abroad?”
Benedict scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you trying to pin this on me?”
Physically and mentally drained, Caden struggled to maintain his patience. Even around his family, his tone was curt.
“If you’ve got an issue, take it up with me. Picking on a woman doesn’t prove your strength.” Without waiting for a response, he turned toward the master bedroom. “I’m checking on Grandma first. Tomorrow, I’ll bring Alicia back for dinner. Uncle Benedict, you can host us.”
Benedict’s frustration mounted as he placed his hands on his hips and began pacing. Caden’s stubbornness reminded him of his mother at that age.
After confirming Ciara’s condition was improving, Caden picked up his coat, ready to head back to his apartment.
Unwilling to let him leave, Benedict stopped him. “And the video of your mother-how’s that being handled?”
“Yolanda doesn’t have a backup. I had hackers take care of the rest,” Caden replied indifferently.
Benedict exhaled in relief but couldn’t resist scolding him. “If you hadn’t gone to Terriland, fooling around with Alicia, none of this would have happened, and your grandmother wouldn’t have fallen ill.”
Caden bristled at his uncle’s misplaced blame on Alicia.
“I was in Terriland for business,” he said tightly. “I was set to return today, but Alicia needed help with some issues back home, so she came to find me. That’s ‘fooling around’ to you?” He took a breath before adding, “And as for the video, I didn’t expect the Moss family to stoop that low. None of us saw it coming.”
Benedict was momentarily speechless.
Caden continued, “And yes, the drone fireworks were my idea to impress Alicia. Are you planning to meddle in my personal life too? You must have a lot of free time.”
Benedict flushed with barely contained anger.
Seeing Caden head toward the door, Benedict tried once more. “Where are you off to at this hour?”
“I have my own place, Uncle Benedict. No need to worry.” Caden’s tone was firm as he kept walking.
Feeling the conversation slipping away, Benedict called after him, “What about Yolanda? How are you handling her?”
“We’ll address it tomorrow,” Caden replied without breaking stride.
“It’s a simple answer. Why wait?” Benedict pushed, exasperation creeping into his voice. “It’s just a woman. Surely you can go a night without seeing Alicia.”
Caden’s expression hardened.
“I said tomorrow because Yolanda’s still dealing with the consequences.” Benedict blinked, realizing Caden hadn’t let Yolanda off easily this time.
His frustration flared. “You’re bold, Caden, taking on the Moss family like this.”
Caden gave him a long, steady look. “Uncle, I’m past the age for your lectures.”
With that, he glanced briefly at Jasmine and made his way out of the villa.
Benedict shouted after him, “Caden, get back here!” But Jasmine quickly intervened, pulling Benedict back to his room by force.
Meanwhile, Alicia had assumed Caden wouldn’t be coming home, so she showered early and tried to sleep. Yet, rest eluded her, an uneasy feeling lingering.
When Caden returned, he only glanced into the master bedroom before heading to the couch, settling in for the night.
Hearing his movements, Alicia got up and quietly approached him. She found him lying there with a weariness she rarely saw.
Noticing her, he asked, “You’re still awake?”
Alicia moved closer and instinctively held his hand. “Are you tired?”
Caden rarely let his exhaustion show around her, but tonight, as soon as he lay down, he sank into the cushions, too drained even to speak.