Chapter 437:

Beside him, Regina slowly stood up.

“Dorian is too emotional,” she told Caden in a calm and steady voice.

“I hope you don’t take his words to heart.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“I do understand your position, Mr.

Moss.

However, I would hate for something trivial to ruin our longstanding friendship.”

In truth, friendship was secondary to Caden.

What mattered more was that he didn’t want to make another enemy within the Moss family.

He was still young, after all, and his footing wasn’t solid yet.

If Dorian were to take action against him, it would shake the fragile foundation he had built.

“Let me see you out, Caden,” Regina offered.

Caden wasn’t in a hurry to leave, though.

“I’m taking the first flight tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, I was hoping you could do me a little favor.”

Regina’s curiosity was piqued.

“Is that so? What is it?”

“Can you please teach me how to make your best dish—zabaglione with strawberries?”

Pleasantly surprised by his request, Regina took the initiative to ask, “Are you planning to make the dessert for Alicia?”

Caden nodded readily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Yolanda felt as though her heart had been stabbed by a dozen daggers.

She broke free from her father’s hold and rushed forward.

“How can you treat me like this, Caden?” she screamed.

“I’ve liked you since I was a child! I worked hard to keep up with you despite my poor health, but you won’t even look at me! If you’ve never liked me, why did you give me hope? Why did you lead me on? What kind of spell did that bitch, Alicia, cast on you to turn you into such a cheap, pathetic loser?”

Caden, who had been amiable throughout his visit, turned to her with a glower.

“What did you just call her?” he asked slowly, stressing each syllable.

Regina’s chest tightened at the animosity that hung in the air.

She quickly pulled her daughter back.

“Watch your language, Yolanda.”

But Yolanda shoved her away.

“You’re not fit to be my mother! You’re weak, incompetent, and a hypocrite, to boot! You’re not even worthy of my father’s little finger!”

Regina’s body went cold.

Acting on instinct, she pulled back her hand and slapped Yolanda across the face.

Yolanda had never been hit by anyone in her entire life.

She held her cheek, frozen in shock and silence.

“Not only am I an incompetent hypocrite, but I also deliver quite a hard slap,” Regina said coldly.

“Surprised?”

Yolanda finally lifted her tear-filled eyes and glared at her mother.

Feeling sorry for her, Dorian stood up and tried to pull Regina away.

“She’s just a child,” he admonished his wife.

“Why are you being so harsh on her?”

“Do you want me to beat you up as well?” Regina retorted without missing a beat.

Surprisingly, Dorian backed down.

He did not dare provoke her any further.

Regina had always been a gentle and understanding wife, always supportive of his endeavors.

But before marrying him, she had been quite capable herself.

She had given up her career to take care of their home and be a good wife and mother to their family.

Dorian loved her dearly—worshipped her, really.

He understood all too well that her actions just now were not purely impulsive.

Yolanda had indeed gone too far.

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