Trading My Ex for His Uncle

After the maid left, Warren dialed Emerald's number. "I heard Edward woke up. Is that true?"

Emerald, on her way back to the estate, furrowed her brow. "Yes."noveldrama

"So, what's your plan now? Once Edward recovers, he'll want you to return control of the Nixons to him," Warren asked.

A flash of frustration crossed Emerald's face. "We'll see. I have things to take care of, so I'll talk to you later."

She hung up and set her phone down, still unsettled.

The land issue remained unresolved, and now Edward had woken up. The people who were already unhappy with her because of the land might side with Edward. She needed to come up with a solution, or things could spiral out of control quickly.

She had finally secured her position. Even if Edward recovered, she wasn't going to give it up without a fight.

As she thought it over, George's call came through. "Ms. Kinsey, we've captured Darcy. Should we bring him to the estate now?"

A cold glint crossed Emerald's eyes. "Yes."

Upon returning to the estate, the first thing Emerald did was visit Brian. As she approached his bedroom door, she heard him shouting angrily from within. "I've told you a hundred times! I don't want to eat! Get out!" Brian growled.

The sound of dishes crashing and clattering echoed from inside.

Emerald immediately pushed the door open to find a mess on the floor, a maid trembling in the corner, and Brian seething with anger.

When Brian saw her, his expression soured, and he coldly asked, "What do you want?"

At that moment, the last person he wanted to see was Emerald. Every time he laid eyes on her, he was reminded of the leg he had lost, and it made him feel like a shadow of the person he used to be.

He knew he couldn't blame Emerald for what happened, but if it weren't for her making so many enemies, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

And aside from resenting Emerald, he couldn't bring himself to blame anyone else.

"I just came to check on you." Emerald turned to the maid and ordered, "Clean up the mess."

"Yes, Madam!" The maid complied.

Seeing that Brian wasn't causing a scene as he had before, the maid quickly gathered the scattered food and broken dishes and took them out.

Once the maid left, Emerald moved to the window. She was about to pull the curtains open, but Brian stopped her "Don't open it! I hate the sunlight!"

Without responding, Emerald yanked the curtains wide open and pushed the window open.

Brian let out a sarcastic laugh. "You trying to freeze me to death?"

Emerald turned to look at him. Seeing her once-proud son now a disheveled

mess, she felt a sharp pang in her heart.

She kept her expression neutral and said, "Since you came back, the curtains and windows have never been opened, right?

"Brian, I know you're upset about losing your leg. We're all

heartbroken, but life goes on. l.net you do, you'll never get. Orrow. If

can't keep wallowing in sorrow. If

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Brian's face darkened. "Whether I get over it or not is none of your business. I don't want you interfering with my life anymore."

"You don't want to inherit the Nixons anymore?" Emerald asked.

Brian's dream had always been to inherit the Nixons, and he had made strict plans to make it happen. Now, he seemed like a shell of his former self.

Brian sneered. "Like this? You think I could still inherit the Nixons?"