A Graduation Gift novel Chapter 408

Cassandra returned to the patient ward and sat at Edith's bedside. Her mother was still unconscious. Yet, discomfort was visible in her face. While her body was relaxed, her eyebrows remained creased. Looking at her made Cassandra pain.

How could Clark do such a thing? It all dawned on her now: the kindness he showed them was nothing but a mask to hide his true intentions.

Gazing at Edith in silence, Cassandra fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, the door opened. Clark entered the room bringing with him bags of food. Its aroma immediately filled the room.

"Hey, Cassandra. Are you hungry? Here, you should eat something,"

he said as he handed her a pack of sushi. With the way Cassandra stared into space, Clark could tell that she was very preoccupied with the situation. It was likely that taking care of herself was her last priority.

The salmon wrapped with rice and seaweed looked very appetizing. Still, Cassandra did not have an appetite.

"Just put it there. I'm not hungry. I'll eat later,"

she replied indifferently, without even giving him so much as a glance.

He stood awkwardly, at a loss on how to respond. For a few seconds, he just looked at her. Frowning, he finally managed to find an answer.

"If you don't eat, you'll drain your energy. You still need to take care of your mother. But you won't be able to do that if you don't eat anything."

Without looking too much into Cassandra's coldness, he decided to believe that her indifference was because of her growing concern for Edith's condition.

"I really don't feel like eating. I'm not hungry," she said with finality.

Turning to look at her mother, she did her best to keep her anger hidden. In her mind, Cassandra still struggled to grasp the reality that Clark's invisible hand was above all this. Suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe. It felt as if the air was trapped in her lungs, unable to go out.

Who else could she blame but herself? It was her fault. She trusted the wrong person and fell into his trap.

He had drugged her to damage her throat. He managed to get Edith ill and be hospitalized. What other forms of evil could he possibly be capable of? She couldn't even imagine!

However, she also knew that getting rid of him would not be that easy. If he had the audacity to carry out his sinister plan right under her nose, he must know what he was doing. He had no fear of getting caught.

"Cassandra, please take care of yourself. I understand that you're worried, but you need to lighten up. I've asked the doctor for advice. Auntie needs to take a good rest. Just allow her to stay here while she recovers. As for her show, maybe it's best if she takes a break for now so she can be free from any disturbance,"

he said, feigning sincerity. His suggestion seemed to make sense.

Cassandra was silent but her thoughts were quite the opposite.

Despite his obvious involvement in Edith's situation, he still managed to put up such a good, concerned front. He was so caring and patient that one would not even suspect him to be evil. Had it not been for Rufus's advice, she would have fallen into his trap even deeper.

As for Clark, he took Cassandra's silence as sorrow. He put a hand on her shoulder and said to reassure her, "Please don't tire yourself too much. I'm here for you. You don't have to worry."

His tone was as soft as the spring breeze, but to Cassandra, the hand on her shoulder felt no different than a magical evil claw that could easily tear all the happiness in her life away if it wanted to.

Both of them were lost in their own thoughts. The edges of Clark's lips curl ever so slightly, revealing a smug smile. This was the biggest hint of genuine emotion he showed behind his feigned empathy.

He stood behind Cassandra so he was sure that she would not notice his expression. His smile was as cold and brutal as it could be.

He was like a demon making his way towards his victim in slow steady steps. Along the way, little by little, he sucked out the light in such a way that they would barely notice. Until, in the end, only darkness remained.

Finally, Horace arrived at the Garden Villa. Looking at Rufus's mansion gave his several mixed emotions that he found difficult to distinguish.

He always believed that his son Rufus would help him in business. With his talent and capability, Horace knew without a doubt that he would be able to lead the Tang Group towards another pinnacle. Never in his wildest imagination could he have thought that Rufus had a hidden identity: the founder of the TY Group.

Remembering the time when he was goaded by Lionel and Jill to strip him off of his CEO position in the Tang Group made Horace feel very remorseful. This drove Rufus so far away from the company and the Tangs.

It took a huge amount of effort to find the mansion. Now, he was finally there.

A few seconds after he pressed the bell, the gates opened.

Looking at the camera in front, Horace was quite surprised that he was granted access so easily. He was actually prepared for the possibility that Rufus would be making it difficult for him to get in.

After straightening his clothes, he slowly walked in, holding a walking stick to support his old frail body.

Recently, his health had been deteriorating at an increasing pace. The bones on his legs were in constant pain. This was why he now had to carry with him a walking stick.

The usual vigor on his face had given way to visible signs of aging, which he had no intention to hide. With his pitiful look, he hoped that Rufus would sympathize with him, an old dying man, and accept his request.

However, he had no idea how badly he miscalculated. Rufus watched him from the monitor, wearing a cool smile.