Chapter 220
Chapter 220:
He brushed off Dorian’s concern as he said, “Star Wish Investments has seen fast growth over the last few years. That kind of success draws envy. It’s not unusual to be targeted—just stay alert and keep watch p>
“Me again?” Dorian’s voice cracked with exasperation, but his grumbling fell on deaf ears.
Alden, riding a wave of good spirits, sauntered out with a spring in his step. His first stop was his new apartment to see his grandmother.
Frida was her usual self, teetering between clarity and a fog of confusion. Today, luck was on Alden’s side. When he arrived, Frida’s mind was sharp as a tack. She clasped his hand, her warmth spilling over as they talked for ages.
When she heard things were blossoming between him and Helena, relief softened her features. Still, she couldn’t resist a playful scolding. “You’ve put Helena through the wringer more than once, and yet she still gives you the time of day. That’s a woman with a heart of gold! A gem like her—don’t you dare let her slip through your fingers. Bring her to meet me, pronto p>
“I’ll do my best,” Alden promised.
Hearing Frida sing Helena’s praises lit him up more than any compliment aimed his way. He soothed her with a tender smile.
But Frida’s energy soon waned, her strength ebbing like a fading tide.
Alden helped her settle into bed and slipped out quietly, ready to leave—until Shelley’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Mr. Wilson, Mr. Chadwick Wilson’s been blowing up the phone these past few days. He’s demanding to see your grandma p>
“Does Grandma know?” Alden’s face darkened, his tone turning cold.
Shelley rushed to clarify. “The doctor warned she can’t handle any shocks, so I’ve kept it under wraps. But… I’m worried it’s only a matter of time before it gets out p>
“I’ll handle it,” Alden said.
As he left the apartment, the lightness in his step was gone, replaced by a steely, razor-sharp resolve.
He drove straight to the prison, only to learn Chadwick had been moved from his original cell to a secure mental health unit.
Ł𝖆𝖙𝖾𝘀𝖙 𝙘ђ𝖺𝐩𝑡𝖾𝗋𝘀 ɡ⍺𝗅ⓝ𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝓈﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
A guard escorted Alden to Chadwick’s new cell. Through the iron bars, he saw his father in tattered prison garb, gripping a slipper like it was a phone, barking orders into it.
“I told you to take care of that kid! What’s wrong with you guys? Can’t even handle a child—pathetic, all of you p>
He hurled the slipper to the floor and pounded the wall in a manic frenzy. His knuckles bled from the relentless assault, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, lost in a storm of rage. The man had truly lost his mind.
The Wilson family’s once-mighty empire was crumbling, destined to collapse with Chadwick’s fall.
Alden’s brow furrowed, but his heart stayed cold—not a flicker of sympathy stirred within him.
He turned to leave, his expression carved from stone, only to cross paths with two faces he’d rather have avoided.
After clinging to life for over ten days in the ICU, Rylan had survived. But the cost was steep—his legs were useless now, chaining him to a wheelchair for life.