NovelBookChapter 1389 Chapter 1389: Roscoe wisely held his tongue.
After what felt like an eternity, Scarlette finally released Roscoe's hand. The tears she'd been fighting broke free as she attempted to wipe them away with trembling fingers, her quiet sobs breaking the silence. Roscoe wordlessly offered her a tissue before guiding her to the entrance, where Caden and Alicia waited.
Scarlette clutched her mother's hand like a lifeline as they stepped inside, trying desperately to maintain her composure. But Alicia saw right through the brave front, and mother and daughter shared a knowing silence.
After bidding Roscoe farewell, Caden entered the living room and took a seat across from his daughter. "Scarlette, look up," he said sternly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtScarlette drew a shaky breath and met her father's gaze, unaware of how her red-rimmed eyes betrayed her emotions. The smile she attempted twisted into something more akin to pain.
Caden knew without a doubt-Kenji had been there. He was taken aback, not just by Kenji's stubborn pride in leaving without a word, but by how deeply it had affected his daughter, who shed silent tears without exchanging even a single syllable with Kenji.
"Let the tears flow," Caden said gently. "Sometimes a good cry is the compass that points your thoughts in the right direction." "I wasn't crying," Scarlette shot back, her voice sharp with defiance. "Why would I waste tears on him? He's nothing but a self-centered, petty jerk—the person I hate most in this world." Caden saw through her transparent denial. His next words fell like heavy stones into still water. "As long as I draw breath, you and Kenji will never have a future together." A knock at the door shattered the tension.
Caden and Alicia shared a loaded glance.
"Sir, Madam, Mr. Reed is here," their housekeeper announced.
Exclusive updates galThe news caught Scarlette mid-breath, triggering a violent coughing fit. Alicia rubbed her daughter's back soothingly before dismissing the housekeeper with a quiet, "Go about your business." The housekeeper nodded and withdrew.
When Scarlette's coughing subsided, she looked at her mother, words stuck in her throat.
"Go wash your hands,” Alicia said simply. “It's tfor dinner." Scarlette didn't dare protest.
Despite March's arrival, winter's grip lingered stubbornly, with temperatures plummeting to mere degrees after nightfall.
Fresh from her bath, Scarlette lay in bed, restless thoughts circling like moths around a flame—all of them centered on Kenji standing outside. Was he still out there? No, surely not. He wouldn't subject himself to such discomfort. He must have left by now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe more her mind dwelled on it, the more agitated she became. Unable to resist, she threw on a coat and eased her bedroom door open with the stealth of a cat, only to find Caden sitting across the hallway, legs crossed, regarding her with a poker face.
Scarlette shivered, forcing a weak smile. "Dad..." "Don't bother checking," Caden stated bluntly. "He hasn't left." Scarlette's eyes widened in disbelief. “He's been out there this whole time?"
"It's hardly a blizzard," Caden remarked, his displeasure evident.
"What's a little waiting in the cold?! Yet, here you are, fretting over him at the slightest breeze. Why not direct sof that concern toward yourself?"
Scarlette twisted her fingers nervously, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not concerned about NO him. He's probably just here to apologize. Don't worry. I won't forgive him."
Caden let out a harsh laugh. "Keep dreaming. His visit has nothing to do n with you. He's here to apologize toon behalf of his father."
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