The Humble Ex-wife is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

Chapter 298:

Edwin gave an awkward smile. “You interrupted me, Mr. Graham.”

Chloe’s hand gripped Edwin’s arm, her voice barely above a whisper. “So… what does that mean for Dylan? If even Dr. Emmett can’t do it, then is he just…”

The words waiting to die hovered unspoken, too heavy to voice. Chloe feared that naming death might somehow summon it. She feared her own death, and feared even more the death of her family.noveldrama

“Miss Scott, try not to worry. Mr. Scott will pull through,” Edwin said gently. His expression twisted slightly. “Could you maybe ease up? You’re about to rip my arm clean off.”

“Oh!” Chloe jolted back, blinking as though waking from a trance. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, Edwin! I didn’t realize—”

“It’s alright,” he replied with a calm smile. “You’re just worried about Mr. Scott. I get it.” Then, leaning in slightly, his voice dipped into a mysterious murmur. “But do you know who else is in the operating room?”

“Who?” Ralphy and Chloe asked in unison, their curiosity and urgency evident as they stared at Edwin. In such a critical situation, how could Edwin still have the mood to keep them in suspense? If he weren’t someone absolutely trustworthy by Dylan’s side, they might have suspected him of being a spy sent by enemies to infiltrate the Scott family.

“Go on. Take a guess,” Edwin said, entirely unbothered by their warning stares. He wasn’t fidgeting like the rest of them because he knew King was in that operating room. Without that reassurance, he’d be a bundle of nerves—restless and rattled like a cat on a hot tin roof.

“Edwina, spit it out already!” Ralphy snapped, fists clenched.

“Don’t call me that!” Edwin hissed, clearly offended. “It’s Edwin!”

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Edwin’s parents had expected a girl, so they gave him that nickname when he was born. And it stuck longer than he wanted it to, especially before his Adam’s apple became obvious.

Ralphy frowned and said, “There’s no difference.”

“Oh, there’s a massive difference!” Edwin started, ready to launch into an enthusiastic explanation—but paused the moment he saw Ralphy’s fist clench, his knuckles whitening like he was seconds away from decking him.

Instantly, Edwin swallowed his speech. “Okay, okay—no need for violence. Let’s keep things civilized.”

Chloe, torn between nerves and curiosity, pressed. “Then just tell us already, Edwin. Who else is in that operating room?”

Edwin leaned in slightly, eyes scanning the hallway as if expecting hidden spies.

“Closer,” he whispered, motioning for Ralphy and Chloe to move toward him.

Once they huddled in, he dropped his voice to a near-whisper. “It’s King.”

“What?” Ralphy and Chloe exclaimed at the same time, their voices echoing off the hallway in shock.

“Shhh!” Edwin quickly brought a finger to his lips, eyes darting nervously around the hall. A few people looked over, mildly curious, but soon lost interest and returned to their own affairs.

Ralphy leaned in, skeptical. “Edwin, are you sure? You didn’t get duped by some poser with a scalpel, right?”

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