The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 56

Chapter 56:

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“What are you suggesting we do?” Jayden was momentarily unsure of Carl’s intentions.

With a dismissive snort, Carl retorted, “Do I really need to explain how to handle them?”

Jayden couldn’t recall the last time Carl exuded such a commanding aura. He hesitated for a brief moment and then offered a faint smile.

“I understand.”

Carl’s grip tightened around his cane as he spoke with unwavering authority.

“I don’t care what means you employ—just make sure Corrine gets even with the Ashton family for every wrong they’ve done to her.”

“That won’t be a challenge,” Jayden replied without hesitation.

Carl’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction in his expression.

“Is there anything else on your mind?”

Recognizing the unspoken signal to wrap up, Jayden pressed his lips together. Instead of leaving, he recounted everything he had witnessed earlier that day.

Carl listened intently, but when Jayden finished, a shadow flickered across his face, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

“You’re telling me they’ve already met?”

Jayden’s gaze was steady, his dark eyes fixed firmly on Carl.

“I’m afraid it’s more than that,” he said, his tone measured.

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“I spoke to the doctor at the hospital. He told me that Corrine didn’t return to her ward last night.” Those words seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud, casting an eerie stillness over the study.

The meaning behind a night spent away from the hospital was far from trivial. Carl said nothing, his thumb absently brushing over the gemstone set on the top of his cane.

The silence stretched thin until, at last, he exhaled deeply.

“We’ll wait and see how things develop.”

Jayden’s jaw tightened.

“Actually, we could—”

“What?” Carl interrupted sharply, his voice laced with frustration.

“That’s a fire the Ford family can’t afford to play with. We can’t risk openly opposing that man.”

Jayden clenched his teeth, his hand balling into a tight fist at his side.

“No matter what, I won’t let him take Corrine away so easily!”

Without waiting for a response, Jayden spun on his heel and stormed out, the door closing with a resolute thud.

The heavy silence returned, wrapping itself around the room like a shroud. After what felt like an eternity, Carl sighed deeply once more. His gaze drifted to the framed photograph on the desk.

In the photo, a young Kiley Ford stood in the prime of her youth, dressed in a flowing white gown. Her long, silky hair spilled effortlessly over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated charm and vitality. There was an unmistakable elegance about her, enhanced by the quiet confidence of someone born into privilege.

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