Chapter 173

When Nyla woke up, she blinked at the white ceiling above her and took a moment to recall what had happened.

"You're awake! Do you feel any discomfort?"

Nyla turned her head to see Damon, who looked worn out, standing by her bedside. She shook her head. "Aside from some pain in my abdomen, I'm fine. How long was I out?"

"A full day," Damon replied.

Nyla frowned. "That long?"

"Yes, the stab wound damaged your spleen," Damon explained.

The doctor had said that if the wound had been a centimeter deeper, Nyla could have bled out and might not have survived.

The more than ten hours Damon had spent waiting outside the operating room had been the most agonizing of his life, each second stretching into eternity.

Pale and weak, Nyla slowly sat up. "Did they catch the attacker?"

Damon nodded, his voice icy. "Yes. He was the son of the owner of a rival company to Prospectus Technology. After their bankruptcy, he was pursued by creditors and chose to take revenge on me."

He lowered his