Wren staggered slightly, her face filled with disbelief. She opened her mouth, but in the end, no words came.

A flash of irritation crossed Harrison's eyes.

It was she who had insisted on the divorce, yet now she was acting pitiful. No matter the situation, it was never her fault-always someone else's. Nyla stood up, her cold gaze shifting to Gabriel. "We've received your apology. You and Ms. Hackett can leave now."

There was nothing more to say to either Gabriel or Wren.

Gabriel looked at her, his expression conflicted. He nodded and said, "Alright, we won't bother you. As for your father's medical and nutritional expenses, I'll transfer the money directly to your account."

"That's fine," Nyla replied.

Since it was Wren's fault that Harrison had been injured, she had no issue accepting the money.

Gabriel turned to Wren, speaking in a low voice. "Mom, let's go."

Without waiting for her to respond, he pulled her out of the room.

Once outside the hospital, Wren finally choked out, "Why did you drag me away? I wanted to stay with him a little longer."

Gabriel sneered. "Do you think he wants to see you?"

When Wren had insisted on divorcing Harrison all those years ago, Gabriel had tried to warn her. Yet, she had been so determined to divorce him and remarry that she ignored all other concerns.

A year after her remarriage, her new husband had cheated on her and rarely came home.noveldrama

Now that she regretted her decisions, she wanted to return to Harrison's side, but life didn't work that way.

"I divorced him because he never looked at me kindly after Nyla fell into the sea. I wanted revenge on him, but later I realized... I still—"

"Enough!" Gabriel interrupted sharply. "Even if you divorce him now, Harrison won't remarry you. Stop dreaming."

After Gabriel and Wren left, the hospital room fell silent again.

Nyla looked at Harrison. "Dad, we don't have much else going on, so we'll head back now. If you need anything or if something feels off, just let the nurse know or give me a call"

Harrison nodded. "Alright. The weather's cold lately, so don't feel obligated to visit if there's nothing urgent. I'll be fine."

"Okay," Nyla replied.

Back at the villa...

Nyla changed into her loungewear and played with Mason in the living room while Damon retreated to the study to handle some work.

Around 9:00 p.m., Damon received a call from Spencer.

"Mr. Sumner, it's confirmed that Tom is indeed in contact with overseas parties," Spencer reported.

"I see. Keep monitoring him," Damon replied.

Spencer sounded a little surprised. "Mr. Sumner, aren't we going to do anything?"

"Just keep an eye on him. Let me know immediately if he makes any moves," Damon answered.

"Understood, Mr. Sumner," Spencer obliged.

After hanging up, Damon calmly set the phone down and returned to reviewing his documents. It seemed they would soon learn Tom's intentions.

In the following days, there was no further movement from Tom, but things were growing chaotic on the Preston Group side.

Nathaniel had clashed with several shareholders, and with the growing instability, the company's morale had plummeted.

To stabilize the company, Nathaniel had no choice but to seek Damon's help, asking for projects to get the Preston Group through the crisis.

Damon glanced at him coldly. "You haven't provided me with any useful information. Why should I give you projects? I'm not a charity."

Nathaniel's face darkened, his eyes

filled with desperation as he

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pleaded, "Just this once, for the sake of our past friendship. I promise I won't bother you again."

His hands clenched unconsc

at his sides. If Damon hadn't ruthlessly crushed the Prestone Group back then, they wouldn't be in this position now.

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