The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

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.

out. “Caden, give the money back and we’ll forget

still lacked warmth. “Does that small amount satisfy you?” he asked mockingly. “Why don’t I just hand over the entire

searched the desk for

Caden was unfazed.

knew Jerald too well: lots of threats,

his marriage, relying on strength to control those around him. But he lacked the

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

his

and began throwing everything he

angry shouts. “Bastard! You’re as much

for the study door, her pulse

pushed the door open and

in mid-movement, picking up another item, about to throw

on impulse, rushed forward. “Jerald!” she

Jerald, blinded by rage, threw

raised her

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

pain. His presence gave off an icy aura that sent a chill through

uneasily as

Jerald’s arm. Her eyes darted

meaningfully at

perfectly still, her face

her, Caden's chest rose and fell, muscles tense, veins bulging beneath his