Chapter 548:

The private suite was divided into two areas. While Yolanda rested inside, Corey sat on the sofa outside, reviewing some design modifications. A designer entered, placing lavish gifts on a table. “Miss Moss, are you feeling any better?” he inquired.

Yolanda lay in bed, pale and listless. She’d received so many visitors lately that she barely acknowledged him. Understanding her demeanor, the designer remained patient. He had another reason for his visit.

“Miss Moss, what kind of diamonds do you prefer?”

Yolanda was puzzled. “Why do you ask?”

The designer offered a knowing smile. “Mr. Ward is quite influential and has high expectations. Knowing your preferences will save time.”

Yolanda scowled. Recent troubles at the police station had made her wary of Caden. She had little interest in extravagant purchases or personal preferences. Regaining her composure, she asked, “Are you creating something for Caden?”

The designer recalled Caden’s instructions. He smiled. “It’s a huge surprise. I was keeping it secret, but seeing you today, and considering the good news you’ll soon receive, I had to let it slip.”

Yolanda noticed his forced smile and felt a surge of anger. She suspected a misunderstanding. But for whom was Caden commissioning jewelry? Perhaps a diamond… a ring? The image of Alicia flashed through her mind, intensifying her anger.

Leaping from the bed, she grabbed the designer by his shirt collar. “What is Caden creating?” she demanded fiercely.

Startled by her aggression, the designer stammered, “Miss Moss…”

Yolanda, impatient with explanations, grabbed a fruit knife and slashed at his shoulder. He shrieked in pain, blurting out, “An engagement ring, a diamond engagement ring!”

Hearing this, Yolanda felt her heart shatter. She knew Caden didn’t love her and had hurt her repeatedly, but seeing him go to such lengths for Alicia was unbearable. She lowered the knife, tears streaming down her face.

The designer, clutching his injured shoulder, stumbled back. Seeing her distress, he momentarily forgot his own pain. “Miss Moss, are you alright?” he asked gently. How could she be so distraught on what should have been a joyful occasion?

Corey entered, observing the scene. “What’s going on here?” he asked calmly, yet with curiosity.

Yolanda’s gaze hardened as she looked at Corey, then pointed at the designer. “Get this man out of my sight.”

The designer looked at her in shock. “Miss Moss, I haven’t done anything to you.”

“Leave! Just get out!” she shouted, her voice filled with rage.