Chapter 1615

With that, Nikolai drove away, leaving Devyn to watch until he vanished from sight, her heart still racing.

It wasn’t until she returned to her studio that she began to regain composure, feeling a twinge of unease.

Devyn had become so swept up in the elation of encountering Nikolai and securing the commission from Christie that she had momentarily overlooked the unsettling truth: the design work that helped her win Bella’s approval was Stella’s idea, tainted by plagiarism.

Her euphoria dissipated in an instant.

Biting her lip, Devyn couldn’t help but seek solace in rationalization.

If she could craft a gown that pleased Nikolai and Christie, it would validate her talent.

Besides, she had seized this opportunity through her own initiative, distinct from Stella’s involvement.

Inspired by her thoughts, Devyn’s hand instinctively reached for her sketchpad, eager to bring her imagination to life.

This was her moment, the chance she’d been waiting for to showcase her skills and affirm her worth.

Meanwhile, in the quiet confines of the hospital room, Bertha remained in a state of unconsciousness.

Tubes delicately threaded through her form, sustaining her fragile existence as she weathered the trials of illness.

Neville and Miley sat vigilantly by her side, their faces etched with concern and determination.

Today, the doctor delivered a somber prognosis, emphasizing that the following few days were critical.

The fate of Bertha’s awakening hung precariously in the balance, the outcome teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

Neville’s head bowed with the weight of worry, his once steady hands now chilled by the palpable anxiety that permeated the room.

Miley clasped his hand with unwavering strength, offering solace.

“Fear not,” she whispered, her voice a gentle reassurance.

“Your grandma has approved of our relationship, and your success in securing the deal abroad will surely rouse her from slumber.

”

A glimmer of hope flickered in Neville’s eyes, reignited by Miley’s unwavering optimism.

With tenderness, Neville grasped Bertha’s hand.

“Grandma, I’ve achieved the deal you entrusted to me.

The Pierce Group has bridged the funding gap, and progress blossoms across our ventures.

You must awaken, for my duty to you still calls, and I long to share our victories.

”

With a heart brimming with hope, Neville recounted recent events to Bertha, his words a whispered plea for her return to consciousness.

“And as for Wyatt, the one who caused you harm, we’ve alerted the authorities.

Though evidence eludes us now, rest assured, I’ll tirelessly pursue justice to right the wrongs inflicted upon you.

”

Miley’s heart sank.

Holding Neville close, she reassured him, “Don’t fret.

Your grandma’s going to be alright.

”

Neville wiped his tears, giving a solemn nod.

Silence filled the room with only the hum of medical gear breaking bis, Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Both Neville and Miley snapped their heads towards the sound.

In strolled Wyatt, flashing a grin and carrying a fruit basket.