The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 787

Chapter 787:

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Corey gave him a knowing look, his voice cryptic.

“She’s still recovering. There’s no need to rush or provoke her unnecessarily. I’m not like Caden. I don’t tempt fate.”

Caden, though unable to see Alicia recently, was always aware of who she met. Concerned about Corey’s potential negative influence, he had specifically instructed his staff to keep Corey at a distance. His team efficiently handled these matters, allowing him to focus on other concerns.

Caden then shifted his attention back to his professional responsibilities. As he was engrossed in a video conference, Hank entered with dinner and, seeing his boss busy, silently placed the food down to avoid interrupting.

An hour later, Hank returned to find the meal untouched.

“Mr. Ward,” Hank said, his voice laced with concern.

“You need a break. It’s not healthy to work eighteen hours straight without rest. Even machines need to shut down occasionally.”

Caden looked pale and gave a small cough.

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“I’m fine, really.”

But Hank persisted.

“Even if you want to bury yourself in work, you should eat something.”

Caden set the documents aside, suddenly realizing his stomach was empty, and the ache had started to set in. He nodded slightly and began to eat.

Though the food was well-prepared and smelled delicious, it felt bland in his mouth, like cardboard. After a few bites, he pushed the plate away and suggested Hank head home.

Hank understood that Caden was burdened with guilt and missing Alicia deeply, a sorrow that couldn’t easily be alleviated by anyone else. His role was to handle external matters.

“I’ll be off then, Mr. Ward,” Hank said as he prepared to leave.

“I’ll take care of feeding the dog too.” The mention of Cade dimmed Caden’s gaze. Memories flooded back, each filled with Alicia’s laughter, now painfully sweet. He hadn’t anticipated how sharply those happy recollections could sting.

“I’ll do it myself,” Caden said, picking up his coat to leave.

He stood abruptly after sitting for an extended period, and the sudden rush of blood to his head made him dizzy, nearly causing him to collapse. Hank quickly stepped in to steady him.

Caden closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and muttered, “I’m fine.”

Suddenly, nausea overwhelmed him. He spun around and retched into a trash can, expelling what little he had managed to eat.

As his dizziness grew worse, Caden thought he detected the scent of blood. The realization shocked him.

Hank, offering him a cup of warm water to cleanse his mouth, noticed the blood in the vomit. Disturbed, he said, “Mr. Ward, this is serious! We must get you to a hospital immediately!”

Hank frantically arranged transportation, acting as though Caden’s condition were life-threatening.

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