Chapter 572
Chapter 572:
When he found no trace of him, his expression sharpened. He saw an opening. “This old lady is Alden’s grandmother, right? So why isn’t he here? Why are you the one pushing her around? Doesn’t that seem… inappropriate p>
Helena met his gaze with unflinching calm. “What’s inappropriate about it? Alden’s busy with work. I’m the one who visits her most of the time. That’s why she’s especially fond of me,” she replied smoothly.
It was a lovely day—sunny, breezy, and filled with chatter. All around them, residents basked in the light like content old cats.
Now, sensing Helena being harassed, several of them began to gather. One woman snapped, “Who are you to come here stirring up trouble p>
“Exactly!” said another. “Helena’s always been devoted to Frida—we’ve all seen it. You’ve got some nerve questioning her p>
“Do you even belong here?” an older gentleman barked. “If you’re not a guest or a resident, you’d better leave before we call security p>
This wasn’t just any care facility—it was Cheson’s most elite one, where everyone either had deep pockets or powerful connections. Zayden, already weakened and sidelined by Alden’s rise, couldn’t afford to antagonize any of them.
He bit his tongue, seething inwardly, eyes still darting about for Alden.
Then Frida, who had been quiet in her wheelchair, stirred. Her gaze sharpened. In a rare flash of clarity, she recognized the man in front of her.
It was him—the man who’d once conspired with her vile son, Chadwick, and nearly got her beloved grandson killed!
When the memories came crashing back, raw and unfiltered rage surged through her frail frame. Her hands trembled as she pushed off the armrests, forcing her body upright. She balled a fragile fist and swung at Zayden.
Startled, he staggered backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Helena rushed forward to steady Frida just in time, who was raging and cursing with a trembling finger. “You… you bastard! What are you doing here?! Get out!” She broke into a wheezing cough. “Get out now p>
The other residents didn’t need a second invitation. Outraged on her behalf, they surged forward, hurling scoldings and threats as they shooed Zayden away.
Step by disgraced step, he retreated—humiliated, teeth clenched, eyes burning with resentment—until he finally turned and vanished from sight.
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Helena gently lowered Frida back into her seat once he was gone. Then she turned to the others and gave a small, grateful bow. “Thank you, all of you p>
“Oh, child. No need to thank us p>
A sprightly old lady smiled warmly. “Frida may drift in and out sometimes, but she’s one of us—and we all adore her. We’d love for her to stay here long-term. Anyone she dislikes? Say the word—we’ll chase them out ourselves p>
Frida often split her time between staying at Alden’s countryside villa and the care facility. Today, thankfully, she’d been here—Helena couldn’t have asked for a better setup to deal with Zayden.
As she watched the elders dote on Frida, she smiled genuinely and bowed again, deeply, appreciatively.