The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 59

Chapter 59:

The rain fell in torrents, hitting the ground with each drop. A sudden clap of thunder made Georgia scream, and her hands instinctively clung to Shelia.

The foul smell of dog poop was still clinging to her, and Shelia's expression twisted in disgust. With a push, Shelia pushed Georgia away.

Caden laughed softly. Why are you yelling, Georgia Alicia is the one who has problems. That thunder sounds like nature is giving her a warning.

Alicia gave him a cold look. The rain only got worse, and Shelia, fed up, pushed Georgia away and hurried inside to clean up.

Another rumble of thunder echoed overhead. For a moment, Caden's face darkened as he looked toward Alicia. For unknown reasons, he had waded into the pond, waving his hands frantically as if searching for something.

The heavy rain clouded his vision, making it difficult to see what he was doing. Caden approached, frowning. What exactly are you looking for?

Alicia lifted the hem of her skirt as she continued testing the water. He murmured: I think I dropped my phone here.

Caden looked down, skeptical. Seeing his hesitation, Alicia urged: Don't just stand there. Help me find him.

Caden was not fooled. It's another one of your tricks. Like the one you played on the maid.

Alicia snorted in response. Believe what you want.

He continued his search, moving a few steps to the side. Suddenly, he let out a loud scream. Ah! I found it!

Caden squinted through the downpour. It was hard to make out what she was holding, but it looked like something.

Alicia wiped the rain from her face, her hair sticking to her cheeks. He looked at him and said: Give me a hand. Put me up.

Seeing how soaked and miserable she looked, Caden reluctantly held out his hand.

Just as Alicia's hand was about to grab his, she quickly switched to the other hand. Without warning, he put something in her palm. Caden froze. At first, he didn't know what it was, but the slimy texture told him everything he needed to know.

It was a toad. A toad.

His face darkened with disgust. With a sharp jerk, he threw it to the side and his entire body shuddered in disgust. Alicia burst out laughing.

Caden, famous for his aversion to everything impure, was repulsed beyond measure. The mere idea of ​​touching that toad would torment him for days. Her expression darkened even more, a storm brewing behind her eyes.

Feeling that she might have gone too far, Alice stopped laughing and tried to get out of the pond. In his haste, he lost his footing in the slippery mud and fell back into the water, hitting his knee on a sharp stone. A sharp pain shot through his leg, and his vision momentarily blurred as he gasped.

Caden looked at her and his expression softened slightly. Alicia tried to regain her balance, but her injured knee refused to support her weight. His hand shook as he stretched it out. Help me up.

Caden, with a carefree but cold tone, responded: Miss Bennett, you don't know I can't stand women who pretend to be innocent. He paused, eyes narrowed. Whatever I learned from his books, it won't work on me.

Alicia could only stare at him, speechless. Without saying anything else, she turned her back on him and began to walk away.

As the thunder rumbled above her, Alicia, torn between fury and pain, felt as if the sky itself was about to hit her. Seeing Caden actually leave, panic gripped her and she scrambled to her feet, forgetting her pain in her haste to follow him. The storm intensified, reflecting his frantic state.

Caden was ready to leave, but the downpour forced him to reconsider. Soaked to the skin, he had no choice but to change. She had not stayed at the Yates mansion in centuries, and she had nothing left of her own.

Shelia, always as helpful as the hostess, brought a set of her son Joshua's clothes. He smiled and said, You and Joshua are about the same size. Why don't you wear this.

Caden, shaking the drops of water off his sleeves, responded with icy indifference: I'm not one to settle.

Don't bother.< /p>

His words were colder than the falling rain.

Shelia's smile faltered, her embarrassment evident. Caden had never liked his stepmother, and Shelia despised him in turn, although she tried not to show it. But in the end, there was no other choice. Caden was much more talented than his son Joshua. And now, with the inheritance at stake, Shelia knew she had to play the role of perfect wife and mother, even if she could barely tolerate Caden's presence.

Shelia held back her anger and headed to the master bedroom.

Jerald leaned against the headboard, resting. Lately he was getting stronger, and he even managed to walk a little, little by little recovering his former strength.

While Shelia changed her clothes, she kept her back to him, tears falling silently.

Jerald frowned. What's wrong

Shelia shook her head. It's no big deal. I'm used to it.

Used to what Jerald's patience ran out. Stop crying and tell me.

Shelia turned to him, her clothes in disarray and tears falling down her cheeks, making her look pitiful.

Seeing her state, Jerald told her He motioned for her to come and sit next to him. Who bothered you

Shelia bit her lip. Jerald, don't be mad at Caden. He lost his mother so young and, without her, he became bitter and angry. He resents me. Actually everything has been my fault since then...

Jerald didn't let her finish. It hurt you

Shelia's tears came with more force. His silence spoke louder than any words.

Jerald's expression darkened. He has forgotten his place. This is the Yates family.

Shelia gently patted his chest, trying to calm him down. I'm fine. Please don't be angry.

But just as he said this, Jerald began to cough, a metallic taste filling his mouth.

Shelia ran towards him. See, you still get angry too quickly. She went to get her medicine, opened the door and saw Caden on the stairs.

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