Chapter 711

Yolanda smiled sweetly. “Dad, you’re the only one who truly cares for me.”

Dorian exhaled deeply. “Yet you never listen to me, Yolanda.”

“What’s the problem? If Caden doesn’t agree, won’t you fight for me?” Yolanda asked, her tone light and hopeful. Noticing her unusually cheerful mood, Dorian raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so cheerful tonight?”

“Just being around Caden lifts my spirits!” she responded with such natural enthusiasm that Dorian didn’t suspect anything unusual. He appeared exhausted from dealing with Caden’s changing moods; his weariness was evident in the lines of his face.

As they approached the car, Yolanda grasped his arm. “Dad, hasn’t that woman contacted you yet?”

Dorian responded with clear displeasure. “That woman? You mean your mother.”

“Oh, come on. She left us.”

“It doesn’t seem like she wants to reconcile. Dad, just divorce her. You’re influential and not old yet. Many women would be eager to be with you.”

Dorian’s expression turned stern. “Yolanda, I don’t want to hear such talk again.”

Taken aback, Yolanda quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

When Caden returned to his empty apartment, he called Joy Mansion. Benedict answered, clearly annoyed when he realized it was about Alicia. “She’s back. She started causing problems the moment she arrived.”

Caden let out a sigh of relief, his voice raspy. “Even if she’s causing issues, maintain your composure as the elder. There’s no need to argue with her. Anyway, I need to get back to my work.”

Benedict felt helpless. He glanced around the living room, saw no sign of Alicia, and decided to leave her be, returning to his tasks.

Caden returned to the office and called another meeting to explore some options. He worked until dawn, finally dozing off from exhaustion.

Just as he slept, a sudden realization struck him, jolting him awake. Something was wrong. Caden’s heart leaped with hope, then sank, leaving him in a wave of indescribable pain. Despite his weariness, he reached for his phone to call Alicia. Something wasn’t right.

Alicia’s silence was unsettling. Even on his busiest days, messages or missed calls from her would appear on his screen. But since last night, there had been nothing—no messages, no calls. It was as if she had vanished, which was unlike her.