Yet, the store had few customers, and those present were simply watching. No one stepped forward to intervene. The male shopkeeper quickly pulled Yolanda into a fitting room.

“Let me go!” Yolanda’s cries were desperate, accompanied by the sound of a forceful slap. Then came the man’s angry voice. “You filthy bitch! How dare you hit me!”

Yolanda was shoved violently, crashing against the wooden door.

Her hair was yanked back, forcing her head to tilt as she screamed in agony. Seconds later, the man attempting to assault her was suddenly knocked away. Yolanda collapsed weakly to the floor, her eyes lifting to see Caden standing over her.

Caden’s expression was cold as he twisted the man’s arm, drawing a cry of pain and desperate pleas for mercy from him.

Tears streamed down Yolanda’s face as she clutched the torn pieces of her clothing and threw herself into Caden’s arms.

Caden pushed Yolanda away without hesitation. The man on the floor groaned, his broken hand rendering him unable to move. The scene fell into a tense silence as Caden’s cold eyes met Yolanda’s.

“Call the police yourself,” he said, his voice sharp and detached. With that, he turned to leave.

But Yolanda lunged forward, clinging to him with desperation. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, holding onto him as though he were her last hope.

“Please, don’t leave. Caden, I need you. Don’t go. I’m begging you.”

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Caden’s jaw clenched as he tried to pry her fingers off. “Let go, Yolanda.”

But she held on tighter. She had sworn to herself that if Caden showed even a flicker of concern and came to her aid, she wouldn’t let him slip away again.

The difference in strength between them was stark. Yolanda’s injuries only made it more difficult for her to hold on. As he grabbed her wrist to push her away, his hand brushed against an old wound. Blood welled up immediately, staining her skin.

Caden paused, his eyes darkening at the sight. Yolanda flinched but didn’t loosen her grip.

“You still care, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You can’t stand to see me hurt. That’s why you came. Please, Caden, don’t go.”

“I’m scared.”

Ignoring her words, Caden pulled out his phone and called Regina. His tone was cold and clipped.

“I’m only handling this because I have a stake in this place. I won’t allow a scandal here. Get over here. Now.”

In fact, as soon as he saw Yolanda, he had already harbored skepticism, thinking that maybe this was another one of her manipulative games. But with her, anything was possible. She might really push herself to the brink. If she wanted to create chaos, she should do it somewhere else. He wasn’t willing to be caught in her turmoil.

Regina’s voice came through, promising to be there immediately. Caden ended the call and stared down at Yolanda, giving her one last, uncompromising warning.

“Yolanda, let go.”