Spencer felt helpless. The issue was that N might not even want to see Damon.


    Although Damon was exceptionally skilled in managing thepany and business, Spencer believed he was too overbearing in rtionships, focusing solely on his own perspective and never considering N''s feelings. Even without Reba, it was possible that he and N would have eventually broken up.


    Watching Damon''s departing figure, Spencer sighed and did not attempt to stop him.


    ...


    Damon reached the hospital room and was about to knock on the door when it opened from the inside.


    Upon seeing Damon, Vrie''s eyes filled with anger. She said coldly, "Damon, are you here to gloat over how badly you''ve hurt N?"


    Damon frowned as he spoke in a low, tense voice. "How is she right now?"


    "Don''t worry. She won''t die. But if you keep bothering her, who knows what might happen next time?!" Vrie retorted.


    Her sarcastic tone only increased Damon''s impatience. "Ms. Weir, I admit I didn''t handle things well this time, but it won''t happen again. I''d like to see N. Could you please step aside?"


    "I''m sorry, but it seems she doesn''t want to see you. You should just leave," Vrie dered.


    Damon''s face darkened. "Ms. Weir, you should know that if I insist on entering this room, you can''t stop me."


    Vrie gave a coldugh. "Oh? Trying to use your position as the CEO of Prospectus Technology to intimidate me? But you''re mistaken-I''m not one of your employees, and I''m not afraid of you!" Damon stared at her, saying nothing more, but his eyes grew even colder.


    Inside the room, N heard their argument and didn''t want Vrie to be troubled because of her issues with Damon. She called out, "Vrie,


    let him in. I have something to say to him."


    Vrie looked back at her, frustration clear in her expression. "Aren''t you already suffering enough because of him?"


    When Vrie first arrived at the


    hospital, N had been covered in paint. It had taken the doctors a long time to clean her up. Even after they finished, she still reeked of paint and had painful, itchy rashes from an allergic reaction.


    "It''s okay. You should go home now. Thank you for everything today," N said.


    Vrie was still angry but knew she couldn''t just walk away-she didn''t know what might happen.


    After a moment of silence, she said coldly, "I''ll stay here by the door. Call me if you need anything."


    Seeing Vrie''s concealed concern beneath her anger, N felt a surge of warmth and became even more determined to stay away from Damon. After Vrie left, Damon entered the room.


    When he saw N sitting on the hospital bed, his eyes widened with guilt and regret. He shouldn''t have presented The Lone Tear to her in front of so many peoplest night.


    N''s face and neck were red, and her cheeks were swollen, making her lookpletely different from before.


    "N, I''m sorry..." Damon said, his voice filled with remorse.


    N looked at him with calm eyes. "I thought you''d be satisfied seeing me like this."


    Damon''s eyes darkened as he spoke hoarsely. "If I could, I''d rather be the one in that hospital bed right now."


    Hearing this, N found itughable. "When you gave me that ne in front of everyonest night, you should have anticipated this result."