The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 432

Chapter 432:

Jasmine stood there, equally stunned, exchanging a long, confused look with her.

The silence between them was so thick it felt like a crime scene had unfolded.

Ciara’s lips twitched.

“It can’t be what I thought… right?”

Jasmine shook her head.

“Definitely impossible.” Just then, the birds in Jasmine’s arms chirped loudly, breaking the tense quiet.

Hearing the commotion from the side hall, Alicia asked, “Is Ciara back?”

Clapping the flour off her hands, she stepped out to see what was happening.

She spotted Ciara and Jasmine standing frozen like statues.

Putting on a warm smile, Alicia greeted, “Ciara, you’re back!”

Ciara’s expression froze momentarily as she took in Alicia’s neat appearance.

“Alicia… what were you doing in there just now?”

Alicia laughed.

“We were making pies, but Caden kept getting in the way.”

Ciara blinked, speechless.

She’d never felt so enthusiastic about pies in her life.

As the family gathered for a harmonious meal, Caden’s phone suddenly rang.

It was on the table beside him, and Alicia, seated next to him, caught a glimpse of the caller ID.

Yolanda.

Caden casually declined the call and resumed eating while Alicia lowered her gaze, pretending not to notice.

But two more calls came in afterward, and each time, Caden ignored them.

Finally, when Dorian’s name appeared on the screen, Alicia suggested, “Maybe you should answer it, just in case it’s something urgent.”

Looking slightly annoyed, Caden picked up the phone and stepped outside to take the call.

Dorian’s voice came through the line.

“Caden, nothing urgent.

Just wanted to let you know Yolanda’s doing fine now.”

Caden’s tone was cold.

“Dorian, there’s no need to update me on such matters.

I didn’t answer because I thought you understood my stance.”

Dorian’s tone turned equally tense.

“I understand, but are you really going to cut all ties with us, as if we’re outcasts? Did Yolanda commit some unforgivable crime that you won’t even take her calls?”

“Dorian, I understand your concern for your daughter, but there’s no need for Yolanda and me to stay in touch unless it’s essential,” Caden replied firmly.

“I have a girlfriend now, and I don’t want any misunderstandings.”

Dorian’s frustration boiled over, a sharp pain tightening in his chest.

“So, you’re willing to sever all ties with the Moss family?”

“I’m fine with that,” Caden replied, his voice unyielding.

Angered, Dorian continued, “Caden, I know Yolanda made mistakes, but she deserves time to adjust.

You led her on, then left her.

Now she’s emotionally fragile, bordering on depression — and you’re partly responsible.

If I had any other option, I wouldn’t have reached out!”

Caden’s expression grew colder.

Depression? The person who caused so much turmoil was now claiming to be the victim.

He doubted the sincerity of the claim, though Dorian’s call hinted that it wasn’t just Yolanda feeling hurt — it was a plea for Caden to show some responsibility.

After a moment’s thought, he responded, “Dorian, I’ll handle my mistakes.

Don’t worry.

And please, take care of yourself.”

Dorian stood anxiously at the bedroom door as he ended the call.

Just then, Regina stepped out, shaking her head.

“She is still refusing to eat.”

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