Chapter 623:
The bodyguard hesitated, then asked, “What do you want us to do, Mr. Ward?”
“Focus on protecting the other shareholders and their families.”
A heavy silence settled over the car as the gravity of the situation sank in.
When they reached the hospital, Caden stepped out and walked briskly inside. Gareth was still in surgery. He stood in the hallway, patiently waiting. Time dragged on, and the surgical light above the operating room remained on.
Out of the corner of his eye, Caden noticed a familiar figure down the hallway — Dorian.
He seemed to be passing by, but when he noticed Caden, he averted his gaze and picked up his pace. Before he could slip away, the bodyguards blocked his path.
“Mr. Moss,” the lead bodyguard said, his tone firm. “Mr. Ward wants a word.”
Dorian turned, meeting Caden’s gaze with a blank expression. Caden stood motionless, his face as cold as stone.
With a forced smile, Dorian walked over, trying to maintain the pretense of a concerned friend.
“Caden, when did you get here? I heard things with Alicia are going well. I even heard you’re planning to propose. Congratulations.”
Caden’s eyes remained fixed on Dorian, unflinching.
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“You seem well-informed.”
Dorian’s smile tightened.
“Didn’t you have someone inform Yolanda? You even sent the designer of my wedding ring to her to drop hints about your proposal plans, knowing it would push her to act rashly.”
A flicker of realization crossed Caden’s face. The abrupt cancellation of the designer’s contract now made sense.
“So, you held a grudge and decided violence was the answer?” Caden asked.
Dorian raised an eyebrow, his voice feigning innocence.
“Who exactly is lying in that operating room?”
Caden took a step forward, his tone sharp as a blade.
“Dorian Moss, you’re standing at the gates of hell. Are you still going to play the hypocrite in the face of death?”
Caden had never used Dorian’s full name before.
The shift in Caden’s demeanor brought an unexpected glimmer of satisfaction to Dorian’s face.
“One shareholder down, and you’re already shaken. Caden, being sentimental doesn’t suit you.”
Caden’s fist tightened slowly. He knew he was young — too young, perhaps. It was his soft heart that had led him to repeatedly excuse the Moss family’s schemes, paying for it dearly each time. But youth also carried its own fierce edge. It placed Caden at a disadvantage, but his inner resolve was formidable.
“If anything happens to Gareth, you won’t make it back to Warrington alive,” Caden said, his voice steady, each word delivered with precision.
