Chapter 362:

However, she did run into Ciara, whose arrival was suspiciously timed to coincide with Alicia's. As she approached, Ciara tripped, yelping as she stumbled forward. Alicia instinctively caught her.

“Oh, hey, Alicia!” Ciara exclaimed, her surprise theatrically feigned. “I’m getting so old, I can barely see where I’m going! I didn’t even notice you! What a coincidence.”

Her act was transparent, but Alicia played along, forcing a polite smile and glancing at Ciara's foot. “Are you alright, Mrs. Ward? Did you twist your ankle?”

Ciara waved off the concern. “Oh, just a little twist, nothing serious.” Despite this, she limped dramatically, leaning heavily on Alicia. “If you hadn’t caught me, I might’ve broken a bone,” she continued, her voice dripping with exaggeration. “At my age, a broken bone might as well be a death sentence. You’ve practically saved my life, Alicia!”

Alicia stifled a sigh. The dramatics were unnecessary, but she humored the elderly woman with a nod. Ciara hurriedly added, “As a thank you, you must come to my home for dinner!”

Alicia politely declined. “Oh, that won’t be necessary, Mrs. Ward.”

Ciara’s face fell. “What, do you hate me because of that brat?”

“Of course not,” Alicia quickly replied.

“Then don’t refuse me, alright?”

Alicia was at a loss. How could she refuse, especially with Ciara playing the charming grandmother so convincingly? Helpless, Alicia helped Ciara to the grand entrance—where Caden stood.

Impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, he exuded quiet authority, his presence commanding attention. His hair was shorter than usual, making him look sharper and more polished. However, his eyes held an intensity that made Alicia feel like prey. She quickly averted her gaze.

“Mrs. Ward stumbled earlier, but she should be fine after a bit of rest,” Alicia said.

Ciara interjected with a warm smile. “I’m fine, really. Thanks to Alicia, who saved the day. She even promised to visit Joy Mansion for dinner soon.”

Caden played along smoothly, though amusement flickered in his expression. “Oh? And when is that?”

“The day after tomorrow,” Ciara replied cheerfully.

He shrugged, feigning disappointment. “I’ll be busy. Won’t be in Warrington and might not make it back in time.”

Ciara grinned, unfazed. “Perfect. Alicia can’t stand the sight of you anyway.”

Alicia was left speechless.