Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Emerald knew all too well that prosthetic limbs could never truly replace a person's own leg, but all she could do was suppress her own pain and sadness and comfort Brian.

When his sobs gradually faded away, she left, her eyes red.

Back in her study, Emerald immediately called George, her voice cold as she said, "Make sure you find out who planned Brian's accident as soon as possible."

George's voice was serious. "Understood, Ms. Kinsey. I'll do everything I can to track down the culprit. Also, there's something else I need to report."

"What is it?" Emerald asked.

"After Damon took Nyla from Mr. Bumard's manor, they haven't been seen for the past few days. Finding them may be more difficult than expected," George reported.

"Keep looking. I don't believe they've disappeared into thin air," Emerald ordered. "Got it, Ms. Kinsey," George replied.

Emerald hung up, her irritation simmering beneath the surface. She picked up a few documents and continued working.

...

Edward slowly opened his eyes in the hospital room.

Mary had been on the phone with Vik, instructing him to pack up and prepare to leave at any moment. She was startled when she noticed Edward move.

In disbelief, she turned to look, only to see Edward staring at her with barely open eyes.

Mary covered her mouth in shock, her eyes immediately filling with tears. "Edward! You're awake?!"

On the other end of the line, Vik's voice was full of excitement. "Mom, Dad's awake?"noveldrama

"Yes, Vik, get over here to the hospital quickly!" Mary exclaimed.

She quickly hung up and pressed the call button by the bed, holding Edward's hand and choking out, "Edward, you're finally awake!"

While Edward had been unconscious, Mary wasn't sure what kind of trouble Emerald would have caused if not for Darcy and the others staying behind to protect them.

Now that Edward was awake, as long as his body could gradually recover, they wouldn't have to fear Emerald anymore.

Edward blinked, trying to reach out to wipe away her tears, but he was too weak from the long coma. His fingers barely moved.

Not long after, the doctor arrived.

After checking Edward, the doctor wrote on the medical chart and said, "Ms. Jewell, Mr. Nixon's vital signs are stable. He just needs rest and recovery. If all goes well, he should be able to leave the hospitalin about two weeks."

Mary could hardly believe her ears.

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transferring him to this hospital and arranging for the head doctor to perform surgery. Though the surgery was a success, the head doctor had said Edward only had a 50% chance of waking up.

Mary had lost all hope, but now, Edward was awake when she needed him most.

After the doctor left, Edward sat up with Mary's help and looked at her with concern. "You've had a hard time, haven't you? You look so worn out."

Mary subconsciously touched her face. "Do I look that bad?"

"No, in my eyes, you've always been the most beautiful," Edward reassured.

Mary couldn't help but glance at him, teasing, "Always trying to say what makes me happy. Do you have any idea how worried I've been? If how

something had happened to you, what would Vik and I have done?"

Edward smiled, holding her hand with guilt in his voice. "I'm sorry. I won't make

you worry like that again."