Damon’s expression darkened as he said coldly, “Then check the surveince footage around the hotel.” “Understood. I’ll get on it right away,” Spencer replied.
After ending the call, Damon approached N. She spoke in a hoarse voice. “What’s the update? Have you figured out what happened?”
*Not yet, but it should be soon,” Damon answered.
N nodded, lowering her gaze. “Uncle Damon, I’m really grateful for your help today. It’s gettingte, so you should go back. I’ll stay here.”
Damon looked at her. She was staring down, her hands tightly clenched, and her body still trembling. He remained silent for a moment before sitting down beside <b>her</b>.
“I’ll stay with you,” he said firmly.
N said nothing more, silently praying that Vrie would be okay.
Soon, Vrie’s parents arrived after hearing the news. When they learned that Vrie had fallen while going to celebrate N’s birthday, Phoebe Shersby, Vrie’s mother, turned icy.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Weir…” N apologized.
Phoebe, filled with anger, raised her hand to p N. Just as her hand was in the air, it was grabbed firmly.
Facing Damon’s cold and intimidating gaze, Phoebe flinched<b>, </b>and a hint of fear rose in her heart.
“Mrs. Weir, I understand your anxiety given the situation with Ms. Weir, but that doesn’t give you the right tosh out at others,” Damon said.
Seeing Damon standing in front of her, N spoke softly. “Uncle Damon, I’m okay. This happened because of me…”
Damon turned to her, his voice stern. “Be quiet.”
Under his icy stare, N fell silent, not daring to speak further.
Vrie’s father, Jonathan Weir, quickly pulled Phoebe back as he noticed Damon’s barely contained anger. “We don’t have all the details yet. <b>You </b>need to calm down.”
“How can I stay calm when my daughter’s life is uncertain?” Phoebe cried.
Jonathan frowned. “This was clearly aimed at Vrie. Even if she hadn’t gone to celebrate N’s birthday, the attacker would have found another opportunity.”
If N had been the target, the assants would likely have waited for her to arrive at the hotel. However, Vrie hadn’t made any recent enemies. Could the attack be rted to Jonathan’s business rivals?
Phoebe remained silent, her gaze fixed on N with open hostility.
The Weirs sat opposite N and Damon, a heavy silence settling over them. The hallway was eerily quiet.
After what felt like an eternity, the light above the operating room door finally extinguished.
They rushed to find the doctor.
Jonathan was the first to speak, his voice urgent. “Doctor, how is my daughter?”
The doctor removed his mask, his expression grave. “The wounds have been treated, and bleeding has stopped. However, she sustained a head injury during the fall. We cannot determine when she will <b>regain </b>
consciousness.”
Phoebe’s knees buckled, and she would have copsed had Jonathan not caught her.
Her voice choked with emotion, she asked, “What do you mean you can’t determine when she’ll wake up? Will my daughter… be in aa?”
The doctor shook his head. “We cannot say for certain at this time. We will monitor her in the intensive care unit for three days. If she does not awaken after that, the possibility of a vegetative state increases significantly
“Doctor, please, you must save my daughter. She’s so young…” Phoebe sobbed.This is from N?velDrama.Org.
“That will depend on her own strength, the doctor replied.
Disbelief etched on her face, N involuntarily stepped back. Vrie would be possiblyatose? How could she fathom that someone she had spoken to just hours ago might end up in such a state?
Seeing the guilt and anguish in N’s eyes, Damon realized the depth of her remorse and regret. His frown deepened, revealing his concern.
After Vrie was transferred to the ICU, N followed. Upon seeing her, Phoebe lunged at N in a frenzied attempt to strike her.
Jonathan intervened swiftly, but not before N’s face bore the mark of a stinging p, a crimson handprint on her pale skin.
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