Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1219

Brian's expression changed slightly as he turned to Emerald. "Mom, we should have someone follow her. If something happens to her, it could affect our future plans."

Emerald's face darkened. "Don't worry. She'll be taken away, but they won't let her die. Our plans won't be affected."

"Mom..." Brian began, as though about to say more.

"Enough, Brian! Are you questioning my orders now?" Emerald barked.

Seeing that Emerald was truly angry, Brian didn't dare push further. He simply nodded and said, "Alright, we'll do as you say."

After the commotion, Emerald lost her appetite. She stood up and left the dining room.

As she was about to return to her study, her phone rang.

It was Edward's assistant, who informed her that Edward had just coughed up blood and collapsed. He'd been rushed to the hospital and was now in the ICU.

Emerald lowered her gaze and nodded. "Understood. I'll be there soon."

After hanging up, she immediately summoned Brian and Delia. The three of them quickly got into a car and headed to the hospital.

The ride was silent. None of them felt much concern for Edward.

Ever since he had planned to hand the Nixons over to his mistress and their illegitimate son, he had become their enemy.

Fortunately, Emerald still held control over the family, so things wouldn't spiral out of control even if Edward died.

In fact, the best outcome would be if he lingered a little longer—giving them more time to solidify Emerald's position.

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By the time they arrived at the hospital, an hour had passed.

As soon as they reached the ICU, two security guards in black suits blocked their path. Their faces were emotionless as they informed them that Edward had specifically ordered no visitors before losing consciousness.

The tension was palpable, the air thickening, like the calm before an inevitable storm.

Both sides stood off, as though a tightly wound string were about to snap.

Just as a fight seemed imminent, the hospital room door swung open.

A woman stepped out.

She wore a strapless dress, her fiery red hair cascading in elegant waves. She had clearly taken good care of herself—her appearance suggested she was in her early 30s.

She smirked, her gaze dripping with mockery as she looked at Emerald and her children. "Emerald, Edward isn't dead yet. Why are you here with Brian and Delia? And bringing a dozen men along... Were you planning to force your way in?"

Emerald's expression remained ice-cold. "I want to see him."

She had to confirm with her own eyes that Edward was still alive.