Chapter 381:
Jerald’s chest heaved as his anger spiked, his blood pressure rising with it.
He said sternly, “Caden, I am your biological father! Aren’t you afraid of karma for treating me this way?”
Caden looked down, his voice devoid of any warmth.
“The only retribution I see is yours.
You lived off my mother’s wealth for decades, forgetting that you started with nothing.
Every cent of the Yates family’s fortune was earned by her.
She loved you deeply, yet you betrayed her from the start, lying to her for seven years.”
Over the years, Caden had perfected his composure, his voice now cold and emotionless.
He faced Jerald calmly.
“If you genuinely seek my forgiveness today and are willing to repent for your past wrongs, perhaps I might show some compassion and assist you.
But you’ve relied on others your entire life.
Are you capable of changing that?”
Jerald’s eyes reddened with anger as he scowled.
“How can you blame me for cheating? Your mother always acted so high and mighty, constantly reminding me, either directly or indirectly, that I was never good enough for her! A man wants a woman who admires and respects him.
Could she ever give me that?”
Caden sneered.
“You lived off the Ward family, enjoying all their privileges.
Yet, because your pride was hurt, you conspired with your lover and caused her death.”
Jerald gasped for air, his words faltering.
With nothing left to lose, he spat out, “She wouldn’t accept Shelia and didn’t want Joshua to know his origins.
She left me no choice!”
Caden pressed his lips tightly together.
The memories of his mother’s death on the operating table flooded back, the pain excruciating, as if his heart were being torn apart.Belonging to .
Jerald, growing agitated, had a relapse of an old ailment.
Struggling to catch his breath, he fumbled for his medication, swallowing several pills.
But the pain lingered, unrelenting.
Leaning on his cane, he tried to move toward Caden, but his body betrayed him, and he stumbled, falling to his knees.
He struggled to get up, but his body refused to cooperate.
Looking up at Caden with defiance, he rasped, “Even if you despise me, my blood is in your veins.
To hate me is to hate yourself! Fix the crisis in my company now, and release Shelia.
I need her service!”
No other household help satisfied him like Shelia did.
He wanted only her.
Caden gazed at him, his eyes cold and piercing.
“Jerald, your days are over.”
Jerald, desperate, threatened, “If you don’t help me, don’t expect to succeed in Warrington.
I’ll use all my connections against you!”
Caden scoffed, disdain clear in his voice.
“You’re struggling to speak, and yet you think you can bring me down?”
With a deliberate step, he crushed the bottle of medication under his foot, adding to the weight of his dismissal.
“Ever wondered why your medication isn’t working?” Caden’s words hung in the air, and Jerald was stunned, unable to comprehend what he had just heard.
He asked shakily, “What do you mean?”
Caden’s expression remained cold.
“The medication Joshua provided for you is fake.”
Jerald’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He reached out for the bottle, but Caden stepped down on his hand with force.
Jerald yelped in pain, his fingers curling around Caden’s pant leg in desperation.
“Caden!”
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