Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 182

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Chapter 182 Urgent Directives

Weston shot to his feet in an instant, striding swiftly to the glass partition, his gaze fixed intently on Damian inside the unit, his eyes blazing with unbridled relief.

More than ten hours had slipped by since the surgery wrapped up, deep into the night of the next day–Damian had finally woken up.

A nurse alerted the attending doctor at once, who rushed over to run a thorough check of Damian’s vital signs, examine his surgical wound, and confirm his temperature held steady with no fever. Only then did the doctor let out a long, relieved breath.

Stepping to the door where Weston and Lucas waited, the doctor spoke with clear, careful instructions,

“The patient is fully conscious now. His sutured wound shows no signs of infection, and he has no fever. That said, he lost a massive amount of blood, so his body remains extremely weak.

“Dizziness and fatigue will linger after waking. Keep the conversation brief and avoid agitating him, as strong emotions will slow his healing. He’ll stay in the ICU for one more day of monitoring; if no complications develop, he can move to a private ward for rest and recovery.”

Weston listened with rapt attention, nodding repeatedry and 5:07

By early the next morning, Damian was cleared by his medical team and transferred from the ICU to a private VIP suite.

Equipped with top–tier medical gear and dedicated caregivers, the room offered the perfect setting for his quiet recuperation.

After the move, he drifted in and out of sleep for several more hours, not regaining full consciousness until the afternoon.

This time, his strength had improved noticeably; though still frail, he was able to speak.

Weston and Lucas had kept a constant vigil by his side, and they leaned in immediately at the sight of his open eyes.

Leaning forward to press a hand gently to Damian’s forehead and check for fever, Weston asked with quiet concern, “Damian, you’re awake. How are you feeling? Any discomfort or pain?”

Lucas chimed in, his tone soft with worry, “If you’re still tired, don’t push yourself. Sleep a little longer.”

But Damian shifted himself upright and shook his head. His voice was faint but carried an unshakable, commanding edge. “I’m fine. No more rest. We need to discuss urgent business.”

He knew he’d been missing for over a full day, and critical arrangements had to be made without delay–he feared someone would target Sophia in his absence.

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Weston said, “Alright, we’re all listening. Take it slow, don’t rush.”

As he spoke, he poured a glass of water and handed it to Damian.

Lucas nodded vigorously in agreement. “Yes, Damian, speak at your own pace. We’re hanging on every word.”

The most infamous playboy in New York City fell silent, sitting rigidly beside the bed and watching Damian with the single–minded focus of a diligent student.

Damian lifted his gaze slowly, sweeping it from Weston to Lucas, then took a steadying breath before speaking in a calm, measured tone.

“First, keep news of my injury under absolute lock and key. No one outside the three of us and the medical staff can learn of this -especially my grandmother and Uncle Samuel. Once I’m well enough to leave the hospital, I’ll return to the Hall Residence and act as if nothing has happened.”

Weston and Lucas nodded in unison. “Rest assured, I’ve already coordinated with Lucas and posted guards outside. Not a single word will leak out,” Weston added firmly.

Damian gave a slight nod of approval before continuing,

Second, while I recover, Weston, you keep a close watch om 5:07

for the time being and keep her in line.”

Lucas arched one eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he questioned, “Keep her in line? Did she cross you, Damian? How far do you want me to take this?”

Damian shot him an icy glare, a cold, sharp laugh escaping his lips. “How would you prefer to handle her?”

“I’ll do exactly as you say, Damian,” Lucas replied, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes as he grinned roguishly.

“You know, there are countless ways to handle a woman–it all depends on what you want her to become. A docile little toy for everyone’s amusement? Would that be enough?”

He paused for a beat before adding.

“Still, you don’t hold any affection for her at all? She bears a striking resemblance to Sophia, after all. Can you really be so unforgiving?”

“Not a single bit,” Damian said, his gaze sharp as a blade locking onto Lucas‘ face, his tone grave and unwavering as he reiterated.

“I’ll say this once more. I fell for her trick that night only because I’d had too much to drink. I will never touch another woman besides Sophia. A copy is just a copy; she will never take Яgghia’s place.”