My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Apartment discovery

The warmth in my eyes disappeared.

"Lilian was the reason Nana collapsed."

My voice turned cold.

"And you’re still bringing her up?"

Aunt Angela fell silent.

For the first time, she looked uncertain.

But only briefly.

"If not Lilian, then someone else."

She straightened.

"There are countless women from respectable families."

"Women with proper backgrounds."

"Women who actually belong in this family."

Something inside me snapped.

I slowly rose to my feet.

The conversation was over.

"I need some air."

I turned toward the door.

"Alexander."

Her voice sharpened.

"Are you really walking away because of that woman?"

I stopped.

Then slowly turned my head.

For a brief moment, our eyes met.

"This is the last time you will speak about my wife that way."

Even I was surprised by how cold my voice sounded.

Aunt Angela froze.

I continued calmly.

"My marriage, my family, my child."

"They are my responsibility."

"And my decisions."

I paused.

"No one else gets a say."

My gaze sharpened.

"Not even you."

Without waiting for a response, I walked out of the living room.

This time, I didn’t look back.

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Outside, I stepped into the garden and pulled out the cigarette pack from my pocket.

I lit one and took a slow drag.

The smoke disappeared into the afternoon air.

I had genuinely hoped I could convince Aunt Angela.

That once she understood how much Alicia meant to me, things would improve.

Now I realized how naive that hope had been.

Some people simply refused to change.

I remained there for several minutes.

Then footsteps echoed from the entrance.

I looked up.

Alicia was walking toward the car.

A wooden box rested in her hands.

Something about her felt different.

Her face was calm.

Too calm.

I immediately extinguished the cigarette.

"Alicia."

She didn’t respond.

She simply opened the car door and got inside.

A strange unease settled in my chest.

I quickly followed.

Once inside, I turned toward her.

"Alicia, are you alright?"

She kept her gaze lowered.

Her fingers rested lightly on the box in her lap.

For a moment, she didn’t answer.

I found myself growing increasingly worried.

Had Aunt Angela said something?

Had they argued?

Just as I was about to ask again, she finally spoke.

"I’m alright."

Her voice was quiet.

"Just a little tired."

I studied her carefully.

"You sure?"

She nodded.

"Mm."

Something about it felt wrong.

But I couldn’t explain why.

So I didn’t push further.

The ride back continued in silence.

Several times I glanced in her direction.

Each time, she was staring at the box.

Lost in thought.

I remembered the keys Uncle Steve had handed her at the hospital.

The box was probably connected to that.

But whatever it contained, Alicia clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it.

So I remained silent.

Third Person POV

Ever since Daniel Caldwell was detained, all of his assets had been frozen, and the police had begun investigating every one of his properties in search of additional evidence.

Today, they had tracked down one of his private apartments.

According to their sources, Daniel rarely stayed there. However, over the past few weeks, his assistant had been seen regularly delivering groceries and other daily necessities to the residence.

Naturally, it drew suspicion.

The apartment was located inside one of the city’s most luxurious residential towers. The building itself radiated wealth and exclusivity.

After being informed of the investigation, the building manager personally accompanied the officers upstairs.

"Mr. Caldwell rarely stays here," the manager explained nervously. "Even when he does, it’s usually only for a night or two."

"That’s fine," one of the officers replied. "We just need to take a look around."

The manager nodded and unlocked the door.

She suddenly stood up. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

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