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?”noveldrama
“Go ahead,” Caden responded.
“Your grandmother had a fall and suffered a stroke. It’s serious. You should come back immediately.”
Despite Caden’s attempt to stay composed, Hank’s words struck him deeply.
Caden felt numb and immediately stood up to leave. “Is she in surgery?”
“They’re waiting for your return before proceeding,” Hank replied.
Caden hurried back to the hospital without a moment’s pause.
Upon arrival, Hank updated Caden that Ciara had already been operated on and was now in the ward.
As Caden pushed the door open, Hank cautioned, “Mr. Ward, you may want to prepare yourself.”
“Mr. Ward, please, take a moment to steady yourself.” Caden snapped, “Enough with that!” Hank fell quiet.
Caden entered, his hands shaking.
The curtain was drawn around Ciara’s bed, concealing her. The room was ominously quiet. As Caden approached, he suddenly faltered, losing his nerve.
Caden had been away from home since 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 losing her was unbearable. After a heavy pause, Caden finally reached out to draw back the curtain.
Just then, Ciara called out, “Jasmine, has Caden returned?” Caden’s heart tightened as he listened.
Ciara continued, “He should be back soon. That boy, though a rascal at times, is devoted and rushes back whenever he hears I’m in trouble.”
Caden gradually regained his composure. Ciara’s voice was too lively for someone gravely ill. Moreover, stroke patients typically didn’t speak clearly for at least two or three days after surgery.
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