Chapter <b>197 </b>


    Damon’s gaze turned icy as if he could kill with a stare.


    Phoebe felt a pang of guilt under his harsh scrutiny. However, as she gazed at her daughter in the ICU, uncertain of her fate, her anger reignited.


    “Mr. Sumner, I’m <b>not </b>afraid of you. After all, my daughter is in this state. What do I have to lose?” she stated boldly.


    N stepped forward, looking up at Damon. “Uncle Damon, it’s natural for Mrs. Weir to be upset. She’s Vrie’s mother. I’m fine.”


    Jonathan sighed and turned to N. “Ms. Jayston, you should go home for now. I’ll let you know if Vrie improves.”


    Although N longed to stay, she realized <b>her </b>presence would only add to the tension.


    “Okay,” she agreed.


    N took onest nce at Vrie through the ss, took a deep breath<b>, </b><b>and </b>turned to leave. Instead of going home, she found a quiet bench in the hospital lobby.


    “Uncle Damon, you should go back now,” she suggested.


    Damon stood firm. “And you?”


    “I’m staying here tonight. I won’t be able to sleep at home anyway.” N replied.


    Staying there would ensure she would be immediately informed of any change in Vrie’s condition.


    “I’ll have someone watch over things and notify you immediately if Vrie wakes up. But staying here. won’t help. Come back with me,” Damon insisted.


    N shook her head. “Uncle Damon, it’s okay. You’ve already done so much for me tonight. I-” Before she could finish, Damon unexpectedly bent down and scooped her up.


    Startled, N instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck


    As he carried her toward the hospital exit, she protested, ‘Uncle Damon, put me down. Even if you take me back, I’ll juste back hereter.”This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Damon remained silent, his expression grim as he strode forward.


    N’s frustration grew as he wasn’t listening. “Uncle Damon, put me down! I said I don’t want to go back!”


    Damon looked down at her, his eyes cold. “Staying here is just wasting time. The most important thing now is to get some rest and figure out who did this to Vrie, not to uselessly wait around!”


    N tightened her grip around his neck. After a few seconds, she spoke quietly. “Put me down. I can walk.


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    Damon was right. Besides waiting for Vrie to wake up, she needed to find out who was responsible for


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    Seeing that N understood, Damon didn’t say anything more or put her down. He quickly walked to the curb and ced her into the car.


    “Drive,” he ordered.


    Half an hourter, the car stopped in front of arge<b>, </b>standalone vi.


    N frowned. “Where is this?”


    “My ce,” Damon answered.


    Her expression changed. “Uncle Damon, please have the driver take me home.”


    “You can either stay here tonight or find your own way back. It’s up to you,” Damon said, getting out of the car and walking toward the vi.


    Seeing the vi surrounded by darkness, with asional mysterious noises, N hesitated but eventually followed Damon inside.


    The vi was decorated in a minimalist ck, white, and gray scheme. It was devoid of any bright colors or warmth, giving it a cold and unweing feel–much like Damon himself.


    Damon took a bottle of water from the fridge and sipped it. He frowned when he noticed N still standing by the door.


    “The slippers are in the cab by the door. You’ll stay in the second room on the left side of the second floor,” he informed her, then turned and headed toward his study.


    Seeing him about to leave, N snapped back to reality. She quickly changed into slippers and rushed to block his path. “Uncle Damon, have you found out how Vrie fell from the building? What did you discover?”