When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 79

Chapter Seventy–Nine: Not Interested In Getting Back With Him.

Cassienne followed Corren’s gaze, her brows knitting together in faint confusion. The door had been left slightly ajar, and now it was fully open.

Standing at the entrance was Joseph Tremont, Dreston’s father, his tall frame rigid, his face carved into an expression as hard and unreadable as stone. His years in the corporate world had trained his features into permanent authority. By his side stood Abigail Tremont, Dreston’s mother, whose face looked worried despite her efforts to look calm. 1

Abigail clutched a small packed lunch bag in her hand, her fingers tightening around the handle as her eyes immediately found Cassienne on the hospital bed.

For a brief moment, Cassienne forgot the pain in her ribs.

“Father… Mother,” she said, surprise showing across her face before softening into warmth. A small smile broke through her exhaustion. “You’re here?”

Corren and Merrick reacted instantly, rising to their feet out of respect. These were Dreston’s parents–people whose influence extended far beyond family ties.

They were familiar with them, well aware of Joseph Tremont’s standing in the tech world. Even so, the tension between their families–especially between Joseph and Corren’s parents–had never fully settled.

“Good morning, Joseph. Abigail,” Merrick greeted politely. He stepped forward and shook Joseph’s hand. Their exchange was brief and formal, a mutual acknowledgment rather than genuine warmth.

“Mrs. Tremont,” Corren said next, moving toward Abigail. His tone was respectful as he greeted her. Abigail responded with a nod and a faint smile, but she did not linger too much on it. Almost immediately, she turned away from him and went straight to Cassienne’s bedside.

“My dear,” Abigail said softly, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to Cassienne’s cheek. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Cassienne replied, her voice tender. “I’m feeling much better now. You really didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“Nonsense,” Abigail said firmly. She pulled a chair closer and sat beside the bed, placing the small lunch bag carefully on the table. “I came to feed you. I know you haven’t been eating well.”

Across the room, Merrick and Corren attempted to keep Joseph engaged in polite conversation. Despite their efforts, the atmosphere remained strained. Joseph had never hidden his dislike for Corren, and Corren knew it. Still, they spoke courteously, careful not to provoke the older man.

Joseph Tremont was a respected figure in the tech industry–a name that carried weight and legacy. He was regarded as an icon, someone whose achievements were studied and admired.

Yet behind closed doors, whispers followed him. Some claimed that his success was not entirely his own, that it had been built with the help of a late friend whose contributions were never fully acknowledged. Joseph, of course, ignored such rumors as he ignored most things that did not align with his worldview.

After a moment, he excused himself from the conversation and turned toward Cassienne.

Merrick and Corren stepped aside, allowing him to pass.

Joseph stopped in front of the bed, hands slipping into his pockets as his dark eyes took in her condition. He noted the bandage wrapped around her head, the IV line attached to her hand, the way the hospital bed was raised to

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keep her sitting upright.

If she were truly fine, he knew, the bed would not be positioned that way.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked.

“I’m fine, Father,” Cassienne replied calmly. “You really didn’t need to come. It wasn’t serious.”

Joseph hummed softly, unconvinced. His gaze lingered a moment longer before shifting.

“I see you’re friends with Corren Thornwyck,” he said suddenly. “Or is there more to your friendship?”

The question struck without warning.

Cassienne stiffened slightly, caught off guard. Why was he interested in her relationship with Corren? The room seemed to grow quieter, and heavier now.

“Joe, please,” Abigail said almost immediately. “Not now.”

Joseph didn’t even glance at his wife, clearly unbothered by her warning.

Merrick exchanged an uneasy look with Corren and gave a subtle nod.

“Well,” Merrick said smoothly, breaking the tension, “Cassienne, we should be going. We’ll talk later.”

Corren stepped forward instinctively, intending to say goodbye properly, but Merrick caught his arm and shook his head in quiet disapproval.

“Mr. and Mrs. Tremont,” Corren said instead, forcing a polite smile, “we’ll take our leave now. Goodbye.” “Oh,” Abigail said, looking concerned. “I hope we’re not the reason you’re leaving?”

“Of course not,” Merrick replied easily. “We were already on our way before you arrived. If you’ll excuse us. They left the room, the door closing softly behind them.

Abigail turned immediately toward her husband. “You shouldn’t speak to people like that,” she scolded.

Joseph merely shrugged and went to sit on the sofa, completely unconcerned.

Cassienne maintained a neutral expression. She wasn’t too surprised by Joseph’s behavior. He had always been like this–controlling, possessive, and deeply flawed. She knew he had cheated on Abigail in the past. It was no secret within the family.

Despite his own infidelities, Joseph was intensely jealous. At public events, even casual conversations between Abigail and other men irritated him. Cassienne had learned long ago to look past his contradictions.

“I brought chicken soup for you,” Abigail said, turning her attention back to Cassienne. “You need to eat.”

She stood immediately, opening the bag and removing a small flask. Steam escaped as she lifted the lid. She dipped a spoon into the soup and carefully brought it to Cassienne’s lips.

“Mother, let me-” Cassienne began. “I can feed myself.”

“Stop resisting help,” Joseph cut in. “Your ribs are swollen. You need to stay still.”

Cassienne sighed quietly, unable to argue further. “Okay, Father,” she said. Then she looked at Abigail apologetically. “I’m sorry, Mother.”

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Abigail smiled gently. “You will always be my daughter–in–law. And it’s my duty to take care of you.” She continued feeding Cassienne, and this time, Cassienne didn’t resist.

As she ate, memories flooded her mind. If Dreston’s parents had been present when she decided to divorce him, they would never have allowed it. They loved her deeply–sometimes more than they loved their own son. Cassienne also loved and respected them in return, because they had treated her like their own daughter.

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