Chapter 197

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 not afraid of you. After all, my daughter is in this state. What do I have to lose?" she stated boldly.

Nyla stepped forward, looking up at Damon. "Uncle Damon, it's natural for Mrs. Weir to be upset. She's Valarie's mother. I'm fine."

Jonathan sighed and turned to Nyla. "Ms. Jayston, you should go home for now. I'll let you know if Valarie improves."

Although Nyla longed to stay, she realized her presence would only add to the tension.

"Okay," she agreed.

Nyla took one last glance at Valarie through the glass, took a deep breath, and 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