When Damon arrived at the hospital an hour later, he found Nyla sitting in a chair outside the emergency room, her clothes stained with blood. She exuded a grim, lifeless aura.He frowned and quickly approached her, crouching down.Upon seeing her pale face, his gaze darkened. "Are you hurt?"Hearing Damon's voice, Nyla seemed to snap back to reality. Her red-rimmed eyes slowly focused. When she realized it was Damon, she suddenly reached out and hugged him, her voice trembling."U-Uncle Damon, Clark had an accident trying to save me… He's lost a lot of blood…" she stuttered.Noticing her unstable emotions, Damon gently patted her back and spoke softly. "It's going to be alright. Don't worry. He'll be fine.""What are you doing here?!" A sharp voice came from around the corner.Nyla instinctively pulled away from Damon and turned to see Cindy approaching them angrily, followed by Cyrus, who also looked grim.Cindy's gaze was like a knife, filled with murderous rage. Her son was
The corridor fell silent. Even the drop of a needle would have been audible.After an indeterminate amount of time, the emergency room door finally swung open.Cindy rushed forward to intercept the doctor. "Doctor, how is my son?""There's no immediate danger to his life, but he may never be able to walk again. Please be prepared for that," the doctor replied."What?" Cindy staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She grabbed the doctor's hand desperately. "Doctor, he's my only son. You have to save him!"If Clark were to become disabled, he'd lose any chance of inheriting the Sumner Group. Richard would never hand over the company to someone unable to walk.The doctor pushed her hand away and shook his head. "I've done all I can. The patient will be moved to a regular ward soon. You can visit him there."Cindy spun around to face Nyla and charged at her. "Nyla, you wretched woman! You've done this to my son. I won't let you get away with it!"Before she could rea
Nyla suggested, "I think he aimed the van at me deliberately. This might not have been an accident."The two officers exchanged a glance before one of them addressed her. "That's a possibility we can't rule out, but we'll need to wait for the investigation results. From what we know now, the most likely cause is drunk driving. Have you had any recent conflicts with anyone?"Nyla thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not that I can think of.""Understood. We'll investigate that possibility further. If you remember anything else, please let us know," the officer replied."Alright, thank you," Nyla said.After the officers left, Nyla couldn't help but replay the details of the van charging at her.Could this really have been an accident? But... who would drink in the early morning?After waiting outside the ward for a while and confirming that Clark's condition had stabilized, Damon wanted to take Nyla home to rest.However, she refused, "I'm not tired. I want to stay here a
"Dad, Mom, it's getting late. Nyla can stay here with me. You should head home and get some rest. Come back tomorrow morning," Clark said.Cindy had initially wanted to stay and care for Clark, but upon realizing that his condition was caused by Nyla, she agreed to Clark's request. "Alright. I'll come back tomorrow."After they left, Nyla turned to Damon. "Uncle Damon, thank you for today. You should go home and rest. Let me walk you out."Damon frowned, his demeanor growing colder. "You're exhausted too. I'll arrange for a caregiver to come soon. I'll take you home.""No. I'll stay here to take care of him tonight," Nyla insisted.Understanding her stubbornness, Damon nodded after a few seconds of silence. "Alright."He turned and walked toward the door, and Nyla got up to see him off.When she returned, she noticed Clark's expression had changed slightly. Pretending not to notice, she sat down by the bedside.After a long silence, Clark finally spoke. "Nyla, can you stop bein
After watching Nyla enter the apartment complex, Damon left.On his way back to the company, he was deep in thought about how to ensure that Clark and Nyla would divorce smoothly.Since Clark's legs were now disabled from saving Nyla, he might use this as leverage to keep her with him. Damon's gaze grew colder as he considered this possibility.Meanwhile, in Cyrus' study…"Make sure that driver keeps his mouth shut. If this leads back to me, I won't let you off!" he barked.A man in his 30s, with his head lowered, stood before Cyrus' desk and replied, "Mr. Sumner, don't worry. He was dying anyway. He'll definitely keep quiet for the sake of his family."Cyrus nodded, his eyes filled with calculation. "Good. Make sure the money for his family is in cash. Leave no evidence.""Understood!" the man answered.After his subordinate left, Cyrus leaned back in his chair with a cold smirk.…In the evening, Nyla arrived at the hospital with a thermos of soup, only to hear Clark's furi
"Drink the soup first. I'll think about what you said," Nyla replied."Nyla, my dad said that as long as you don't hand the evidence over to the police, you can ask for whatever compensation you want," Clark said.Nyla placed the bowl on the table, her expression unreadable as she looked at Clark. "I said I would consider it. Focus on your recovery. I'll visit you again tomorrow."After Nyla left, Clark called Cyrus, frustration evident in his voice. "She still hasn't agreed."Cyrus sneered. "I told you the self-pity trick wouldn't work, but you wouldn't listen. Are you finally giving up?"Earlier, Cyrus had planned to kill Nyla outright, but Clark suggested staging a self-pity act, pretending that he had been disabled while saving her. This was supposed to soften her heart and persuade her to destroy the evidence. But it had all been for nothing."I didn't expect her to be so heartless. Even with my legs ruined, she won't relent. She wants a divorce and won't destroy the evidenc
However, Cyrus was Damon's older brother. If Damon knew about this, he probably wouldn't help her.After thinking for a while without coming up with any clear answers, Nyla decided not to dwell on it any further and planned to find an opportunity to ask Damon directly.…The next morning, Nyla went to the hospital to visit Clark.When she opened the door to the ward, she saw Jordyn sitting by Clark's bedside, feeding him chicken soup.She paused and said indifferently, "Looks like I'm interrupting."There was a hint of provocation in Jordyn's eyes, but she quickly set the bowl down, stood up, and said awkwardly, "No, no. Since you're here, I'll leave now. I'll come back to see Clark after you're gone…"Before Nyla could respond, Clark spoke up. "Jordyn, please step outside. I need to talk to her."Jordyn nodded. "Alright. I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."As she passed by Nyla, she whispered, "Nyla, you won't win against me."Nyla smiled. "Don't worry. I'v
"Only what you can actually get is truly important. Do you understand? There are so many injustices in this world. Not everyone receives an apology or justice. Justice doesn't align with the truth—it aligns with power," Clark said.Nyla looked at him with cold eyes and replied, "So, according to you, I should just accept your so-called compensation as if it were charity and act like nothing ever happened?""I hope you understand what's most important for you right now. Be realistic. Pursuing fairness has little real meaning," Clark elaborated.Nyla took a deep breath. "As long as I believe it's meaningful, that's enough."Upon seeing her firm expression, Clark's gaze darkened. "So you're determined to hand over that evidence to the police, no matter what?""I said I need time to think," Nyla insisted.Finally, the last trace of warmth left Clark's eyes. He looked at Nyla with a blank expression and said, "Understood. You can go now."Seeing him like this made Nyla feel uneasy.