Chapter 930:
Ciara then turned over, her voice full of vigor. “Keep an eye on the door. Let me know when he’s near so I can brace myself and get into character. Why am I hungry again? Jasmine, bring me a sweet pastry. I’ll have another piece.”noveldrama
“Jasmine?” Ciara muttered, pulling the curtain open.
Their eyes met with a swish.
Ciara was startled, frozen in shock.
Caden’s expression was stern, his gaze as dark and foreboding as storm clouds.
Ciara slowly averted her gaze, laying back down and shutting her eyes.
“Not having the sweet pastry?” Caden inquired.
Realizing she was caught, Ciara let out a dry chuckle. “I’m sick. What sweet pastry… Could you adjust the oxygen tube for me, please?”
Unable to contain himself, Caden burst out. “You’re too old for this charade! Do you think I can handle such shocks without consequence?”
Ciara responded, “I just wanted to push you forward since you weren’t making any moves on wooing Alicia back.”
Caden found it hard to stay mad at Ciara and turned his frustration toward Hank. “Hank, get in here!” Hank had barely stepped in before being kicked out. Caden asked, “You’ve become bold, conspiring with her to trick me?”
Hank, nursing his backside, appeared shaken. “No, Mr. Ward, I wasn’t involved.”
Ciara, not wanting to implicate the innocent, intervened and said, “Why lash out at him? Only Jasmine knew about my plan. Help him up.”
Hank quickly stood, brushing himself off. “It’s fine, Ms. Ward. I’m alright. Are you okay?”
Ciara nodded uneasily and then turned to comfort Caden. Soon after, the doctor arrived, alerted by the noise. The attending physician escorted Caden back to his ward and insisted he use the oxygen tube.
The Hopkins brothers dropped by for a visit. Gerry asked, “Is your grandma okay?”
Worn out from the day’s events, Caden said nothing. Cliff added, “I heard you went to Xada while sick, chasing after Alicia?”
At this, Caden’s eyes snapped open. He recalled his rushed departure earlier, realizing he had forgotten to inform Alicia. He quickly checked his phone but found no unread messages from her. His eyes dulled for a moment.
Cliff, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but advise, “You might want to consider a different strategy. Compromising your health won’t help. If you were to fall seriously ill, she might remarry in her youth. By the time we’re at your memorial, she could be celebrating her new life. Which event should Gerry and I go to?”
Speechless, Caden listened as Cliff continued, “Moreover, if she still won’t return despite your condition, you have to wonder if she really still cares for you.”
Gerry couldn’t contain himself any longer. “Cliff, Caden’s not well, and you’re making insensitive comments. Can’t you be more considerate?”
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