Chapter 929:

Shaking off these thoughts, Caden rose to look around Alicia’s apartment.

The apartment, covering about a hundred square meters, was sparsely furnished yet exuded a simple elegance, alive with a vibrant energy. It was evident she frequented this place, as signs of her daily activities like eating and sleeping were apparent.

The household items, mostly set for one, underscored her solitary lifestyle, leaving no room for doubt.

This realization brought Caden both comfort and sorrow. Two years of mutual torment from afar—all his doing.

As Caden sat by the window, lost in thought, a call from Hank disrupted the silence.

The connection was poor initially, Hank’s voice breaking up before it cleared. “Mr. Ward, is now a good time to talk?”

“Go ahead,” Caden responded.

suffered a stroke. It’s

to stay composed, Hank’s words

and immediately stood up to

return before

back to the hospital without

that Ciara had already been operated

open, Hank cautioned, “Mr. Ward, you

yourself.” Caden snapped, “Enough

his hands

concealing her. The room was

he was nine, raised by Ciara ever since. She had loved him, taught him, and supported him, her gentle affection permeating every cell. The thought of

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