Yet, despite his bravado, he seemed undeniably drunk, leaving others puzzled.

Since Karol's capture, Kaden had lost himself in drinking, only finding solace in dreams where he could envision the beautiful life she had promised him.

Only in dreams could he see her again and be with her forever.

He had never been so close to his dreams.

Karol, a woman seen by others as worthless and broken, was his dream all along.

He loved her, a love he couldn't control.

When she left, she took his heart with her.

"Are you looking for trouble, coming here to end it all?"

Gerard laughed coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Kaden carelessly smirked, "Didn't achieve my goal, did I? That wretch is so lucky. She and the bastard in her belly shouldn't be alive. That beast should have killed her, both of them, ha ha ha!"

He was truly drunk, unable to comprehend his situation.

The vast living room was eerily silent.

"If you want to die, fine," Gerard said, rising slowly and approaching him step by step. "I'll grant you that wish."

From Gerard's deep, dark eyes, Kaden saw a chilling coldness.

His heart skipped a beat, and he felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

No, no, no!

Gerard's methods of torment were notoriously cruel.

Yet, even at this moment, Kaden refused to yield, knowing it was pointless.

Suddenly, he laughed, a laugh full of despair.

"It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, I would have gone abroad with Karol long ago. If it weren't for..."

Unfortunately, his words were cut off as his mouth was covered, silencing him completely.

Gerard impatiently waved his hand, and Kaden was taken away.

The servants nearby knew all too well that they would never see this scheming man again, ever.

Gerard recounted the incident to Lilah, who said she had already guessed this would be the outcome.