But since Miles wasn't around, there wasn't much else for Lyra to say.
"Alright. Thank you, CeCe. Please tell him to call me back as soon as he gets in."
She paused for a second before adding, "If he's too busy, just tell him to shoot me a text."
"Got it. I'll pass the message along the moment he walks through the door."
"Perfect. I'll let you go then."
With that, Lyra ended the call.
On the other side of the line, Cecilia lowered the phone. She looked up at the man standing near the door, a visible tremor shaking her frame.
"You did brilliantly. Don't worry, I won't hurt him. In fact, I'm quite impressed with you. If the stars align, I'd be absolutely thrilled to have you as my daughter-in-law."
Looking at this deceptively youthful man with a head full of silver hair, Cecilia couldn't muster a single ounce of goodwill.
She turned her terrified gaze back to the bed where Miles lay completely unconscious, her anxiety practically spilling over.
"Is he really going to be okay?"
"Of course. I would never allow any harm to come to him."
The man casually strolled over to the velvet armchair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He observed Cecilia with an amused, calculating gaze.
"I expect you to keep everything you saw today strictly confidential. Pretend you never met me. And as for Lyra, it would be in your best interest to limit your interactions with her."
Cecilia's hands, resting on her knees, slowly balled into tight fists, though she fought to keep her face perfectly blank.
"Are you really his biological father?"
She was essentially playing dumb.
Because looking at the man's facial structure, it was painfully obvious—he and Miles were the spitting image of one another.
Cecilia stubbornly shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere. I stay until he wakes up."
The memory of finding him earlier nearly gave her a heart attack.
Miles had been lying on the cold concrete, drenched in his own blood.
She had immediately demanded the parking lot security footage, but hadn't gotten any updates before she was dragged into this mess.
One thing was crystal clear: Miles was in grave danger.
And she absolutely refused to leave him unconscious and vulnerable in the hands of a total stranger.
Seeing her sheer stubbornness, the man let out a cold scoff.
"Fine. Stay here then. Saves me the trouble of hiring a nurse."
With that, he stood up and walked out of the suite, leaving Cecilia alone in the sprawling room with the comatose Miles.

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