"I heard your wife was injured. Is it serious?"
Inside the Sutton residence, Caden sat directly across from Zachary.
Zachary wore his usual genial, grandfatherly smile—a perfect disguise for the wolf lurking underneath.
Caden lowered his gaze, his eyes unreadable. "She just got out of surgery and will need at least two weeks before she's discharged. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Sutton."
Helga sat rigidly on the edge of the sofa. From the moment Caden had walked through the door, her knuckles had been white.
She kept stealing glances at his face, but he looked completely normal.
That idiot Rosalie. She told her to track the woman, not commit vehicular homicide!
If Shera had actually died, Caden would have turned the city upside down to investigate.
And if the trail led back to her...
But it was fine. She had threatened Rosalie the second she heard about the crash.
With her illegitimate son as leverage, that pathetic woman wouldn't dare breathe a word of her involvement.
Besides, the crash was entirely a product of Rosalie's own unhinged emotions. What did that have to do with her?
If she hadn't helped her out back then, Rosalie would be rotting in a gutter right now.
Helga finally spoke up. "What exactly happened? How did she get into such a terrible accident?"
Hearing her voice, Caden picked up his teacup and took a slow sip, masking the dark glint in his eyes.
"Who was the driver? Did they catch them?"
Caden shifted his gaze slowly to Helga, his voice dipping low. "We caught her."
Helga plastered a relieved, worried look on her face. "That's wonderful news. I'm so glad."
Watching her white-knuckled grip slightly loosen, Caden slowly looked away.
The living room fell into a heavy silence, everyone lost in their own hidden agendas.
Caden casually broke the silence. "Unfortunately, it seems the partnership between Hayes Group and Grant Technologies has fallen through."
Zachary raised an eyebrow, then offered a comforting smile. "Family first, business second. You can always make another deal."
Caden looked right at him, a half-smile playing on his lips. "You're absolutely right."
Right then, a man walked through the front door.


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