Chapter 395
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A moment later, outside the ward.
Xander and Caden walked outwards, with the father and son standing side by side, exuding an intimidating aura.
stood with his hands behind his back and calmly said, “Were you
with Madelynn last night?”
Xander
“Um.”
Caden agreed with a sound.
Xander nodded, “You’re not young anymore, it’s time for you to settle down and start a family. If Madelynn can handle the matters at the mine, you shouldn’t worry too much about the Bradford family.”
“Um.“.
“Alright, stop escorting me. Go and accompany Madelynn, don’t get distracted anymore.”
say
Xander didn’t
much, but in those few words, he
As the elevator door closed, Keith walked out from the adjacent door.
knew Caden understood the underlying meaning.
“Mr. Caden, the butler did indeed go to check the surveillance footage on the road section from yesterday.”
“Oscar.”
Caden stood by the window and lit a cigarette, his half–closed eyes blurred in the smoke that spread angrily from his fingertips.
Emitting a deep and dangerous aura all over his body, with his ink–black eyes deep and burning, Keith, who had been following him for many years, felt a chill run down his spine.
It seemed as if something terrifying was spreading all around.
swallowed hard and after much
consideration,
he
decided to take out what
was behind
him.
Keith
Scarf.
“Mr. Caden,
this
is what
Ms. Lindsey threw at
Caden took the scarf without any emotion and said, “Let’s go.”
“That Ms. Bradford…”
me,
saying if I give it
to
her again… she’ll
burn
it.”
Keith pointed to Madelynn’s hospital room, but immediately shut his mouth and pressed the elevator button when he saw Caden’s cold gaze.
Went downstairs and got in the car.
Keith immediately put away the cheap scarf on the car seat.
“Give it
Keith
to
me.”
Caden took
hesitated
for
a
moment,
to
Keith.“Put
it
away.”
put
it into
the box.
Beatrice’s scarf and, instead, handed his expensive scarf
but still folded the cashmere scarf neatly and
Caden lowered his gaze, hiding all eye expressions. Fingertips gently rubbed the scarf, feeling the texture of the synthetic fabric, which was slightly stiff, but seemed to still retain something on it.
Beatrice held Monica’s hand all the way, and Monica cried the whole time.
In the end, she did not dare to go to crowded places.
It could only stop in the sparsely populated small garden.
“Don’t cry, someone who doesn’t know might think I did something terribly wrong.”
‘I’m sorry, Beatrice, I was just so useless,” Monica choked out, full of self–blame.
“It’s not your fault. It’s my fault for dragging you down. If it weren’t for me being a burden, perhaps you wouldn’t have been so troubled in the Baldwin family.”
Beatrice pulled a smile at Monica.
Monica
saw
how
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reluctantly
she
was
smiling and
immediately hugged
Beatrice,
crying
in
pain.
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