The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 65

Chapter 65:

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In the studio, Jerald's anger was palpable.

After composing himself, he had reviewed the Yates Group's financial records and discovered that Joshua had secretly diverted a significant amount of money. Joshua immediately apologized, explaining where the funds had gone.

However, when Jerald learned that Caden was involved in the plan, his fury erupted.

“Caden, you've spent years with the Ward family. I could overlook the fact that you've brought me nothing, but to come back here and plot against your own brother? How could you stoop so low?”

Caden, long accustomed to Jerald's constant favoritism toward Joshua, remained unfazed.

With an indifferent expression, he replied, “So you brought me here for this nonsense? I’m not interested.” He turned to leave, but Joshua quickly blocked his way.

The two looked at each other in a tense confrontation.

“Caden,” Joshua said, gaining confidence from Jerald’s presence. “Dad’s right. “We’re family, and what you did went too far.”

Caden smirked, his gaze cold. “I didn't do anything. You handed over the money willingly.”

Joshua's voice tightened. “You knew about my relationship with Lilliana and used it to set me up, didn't you?”

“When you asked me for help, your tone was very different,” Caden replied, his words tinged with mockery. Joshua's expression changed as he realized how he had been played.

“Enough!” Jerald shouted, his patience running out. “Caden, give the money back and we’ll forget this ever happened!”

Caden's smile still lacked warmth. “Does that small amount satisfy you?” he asked mockingly. “Why don’t I just hand over the entire Ward family as well?”

Seething with anger at Caden's defiance, Jerald searched the desk for something to throw at him.

Caden was unfazed.

I knew Jerald too well: lots of threats, but never any real consequences.

Jerald had risen to his position through his marriage, relying on strength to control those around him. But he lacked the true power to harm anyone.

Even in his rage, Jerald understood one thing clearly: Caden was not just his son. He was the firstborn grandson of the powerful Ward family, his pride and joy.

Caden didn't even blink, his icy gaze mocking Jerald directly.

Jerald, enraged, turned crimson with rage and began throwing everything he could grab.

Outside, thunder rumbled, mingling with Jerald's angry shouts. “Bastard! You’re as much of a troublemaker as your mother!”

Alice's heart raced as she heard the muffled chaos. She headed for the study door, her pulse racing. Just as she reached it, a loud crash ranged out: something had broken.

Without thinking, I pushed the door open and entered.

Jerald was in mid-movement, picking up another item, about to throw it at Caden.

Alice, acting on impulse, rushed forward. “Jerald!” she screamed.

But Jerald, blinded by rage, threw the object towards her.

Alice hadn't expected to lose control so completely. She instinctively raised her arms to protect her face, bracing herself for the impact.

A taste of wind brushed past her. She caught a whiff of a familiar scent, and when she opened her eyes, she was met with Caden's shadowed face. His gaze fell to his shoulder, where his shirt had been torn, revealing a wound. Blood seeped through the fabric. She froze, her first instinct to help him, but with Joshua watching, she held back.

The depth of the wound was unclear, but Caden's expression remained stone-cold, showing no pain. His presence gave off an icy aura that sent a chill through the room. Joshua noticed it too.

Her eyes flickered uneasily as she approached Jerald.

“Dad, stop throwing things,” she said, grabbing Jerald’s arm. Her eyes darted between Caden and Alicia. “Caden’s hurt.”

Joshua looked meaningfully at Alicia.

Aware of his gaze, Alice remained perfectly still, her face pale but her emotions hidden.

In front of her, Caden's chest rose and fell, muscles tense, veins bulging beneath his skin.

Alicia could sense the restraint in him. She could see how tightly he was holding back. After a tense pause, Caden turned and walked out of the office without a word. When the door closed behind him, Jerald let out a shaky breath, muttering bitterly, “Son of a bitch, daring to stand up to me like this, thinking he's free now!”

Joshua calmed Jerald, guiding him to sit down before turning his attention back to Alicia. “Are you hurt?” he asked softly.

Before he could ask anything else, she spoke, her voice shaking. “I thought Jerald was going to hurt you, so I intervened.”

Joshua had seen her love for him in the past, so he didn't question her sincerity.

He let out a thoughtful hum. “I didn't expect Caden to take that hit for you. “It confirms what I’ve been thinking.”

Alicia thought of Caden's injury and frowned. Avoiding Joshua’s gaze, she muttered, “I’m going to clean up the studio.”

“No need,” Joshua said, gently taking her hand and giving it a reassuring pat. “Let Georgia handle it.” He glanced toward the door. “Go help in the kitchen. “I need to talk to Dad.”

Alice absentmindedly and walked away, her thoughts elsewhere.

As she walked away, Jerald, still catching his breath, grumbled, “You two are divorced, so why does everything between you still seem so unresolved?”

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