Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 1286

The porcelain shattered against the floor, tea splattering everywhere.

Emerald's gaze remained fixed on the broken shards, her eyes burning with rage. Filipe, who had been walking down the hallway, entered the room.

Upon seeing the mess on the floor, he didn't seem the least bit surprised. Instead, he turned to Emerald and said, "Madam, Mr. Nixon has woken up."

At those words, the anger on Emerald's face was replaced by a flicker of relief. She immediately stood and hurried toward Brian's room.

Before following, Filipe glanced at the nearby maids, who were trembling in fear, and instructed, "Clean this up."

"Yes, sir!" the maids answered in unison.

Only after Emerald and Filipe had left did the maids finally breathe a sigh of relief, quickly grabbing cleaning supplies.

A short while later, Emerald arrived at Brian's bedroom.

He was already sitting up in bed, eating some soup. His face was pale, drawn with exhaustion and a deep sense of despair.

From the moment he had woken, he knew something was wrong—his right leg was gone.

over and took the bowl from the maid's hands.

spoonful of soup and held it out to Brian, but he shook his head. "I'm full. I don't want any

expression cold

technology is very advanced now. Once you recover, you can get a prosthetic. You'll be able to

bitter laugh, his

could there be no difference? The whole

a leg. Do you really think they'll still let me inherit

when the Bumards had me locked up. At least then,

if I hadn't saved you, they would've just let you go? They made it very clear-ifl refused to

bitter chuckle. "Might as well have agreed.

he lost his leg, but the land in the south was

Emerald's expression darkened. "No

this outcome. And don't tell me

you, you wouldn't

the Nixons over

clenched his jaw

he turned his back to her,

was over.