Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: I need your help....

[Old Emerson Residence]

Edward sat in his room, leisurely flipping through a magazine featuring Ivy’s latest photoshoot. Ever since her campaign had been released a few days earlier, she had become the talk of the town.

Part of the attention came from her striking beauty, while the rest stemmed from the fact that she was working alongside Kevin, one of the industry’s most sought-after models.

A faint smile spread across Edward’s face as he studied the photographs.

"Miss Ivy is truly beautiful," Butler Ben remarked, noticing his master’s expression.

Edward nodded in agreement. "She certainly is. Now I just hope my grandson stays on his toes. She’ll be working with all sorts of people, especially men. And knowing how protective Xander is of the people he cares about, I have a feeling he’s going to have a difficult time."

He let out an amused chuckle before closing the magazine and accepting his medicine from Ben.

On the surface, Xander often appeared cold and emotionally distant, but when it came to those he loved, his instincts were sharper than anyone realized.

Butler Ben smiled knowingly. "Young Master has always been possessive. Do you remember when he was a child and you gave him that puppy, hoping it would help him come out of his shell?"

Edward’s eyes softened with nostalgia.

"I do. Though I never imagined he’d end up training the poor thing to chase away anyone who annoyed him."

The memory brought another quiet laugh.

Back then, Edward had been desperate to help his grieving grandson. After hearing from one of his assistants that pets could provide comfort to children struggling with loss and depression, he decided to bring home a puppy.

At first, Xander barely acknowledged it.

The little dog would wag its tail, bark excitedly, and follow him around the room, but Xander paid it no attention. He spent most of his days shut away, trapped in the painful memories of losing his parents.

Then one afternoon, a maid accidentally left the bedroom door open.

The puppy seized the opportunity and scampered out.

Panic spread through the mansion when everyone realized it was missing.

To their astonishment, Xander rushed out of his room for the first time in weeks, frantically searching every hallway and corner of the estate. The sight alone left the staff speechless.

Fortunately, he eventually found the muddy little dog in the garden, happily digging through the flowerbeds.

After staring at the filthy animal for a long moment, Xander sighed and scooped it into his arms.

"You really are trouble, little one," he muttered.

It was the first sentence anyone had heard him speak in what felt like an eternity.

Edward and Butler Ben exchanged a glance as they remembered that day.

In the end, it wasn’t the puppy that had needed saving.

It had been Xander all along.

Edward’s expression softened as the memory faded.

"After that day, he never let the dog out of his sight," he said quietly. "He pretended not to care, but every morning he was the one feeding it, taking it for walks, and making sure no one else disciplined it."

Butler Ben smiled. "Young Master has always expressed affection through actions rather than words."

Edward nodded in agreement.

"That’s why I’m not worried about whether he loves Ivy. I know he does." He paused before adding with a hint of amusement, "What worries me is how he’ll react when someone gets too close to her."

Ben chuckled. "From what I’ve seen, he’s already quite territorial."

The old man let out a soft laugh, unable to disagree with Ben’s observation.

Just then, a maid approached the doorway and bowed respectfully.

"Master, you have a visitor."

The smiles on both Edward’s and Butler Ben’s faces disappeared almost instantly.

They exchanged a brief glance before Edward rose from his seat.

***

[Downstairs]

Edward descended the staircase and entered the living room, where a man was already waiting for him.

The moment he saw the familiar face, his expression hardened despite the calm mask he wore.

"What brings you here after all these years, Logan?" he asked in an even tone.

His sharp gaze lingered on the man seated across from him.

After Lucas and Susan’s deaths, Logan had severed all ties with the Emerson family and left the country with his wife. He hadn’t attended memorials, checked on Edward, or even visited Xander—the only survivor of that tragic incident.

To Edward, it had seemed as though Logan had erased them from his life and chosen to move on.

So seeing him sitting in the Emerson residence now, after years of silence, filled him with more suspicion than surprise.

Logan, however, appeared to have expected the frosty reception.

He met Edward’s eyes with quiet resignation before speaking.

"I know I have no right to ask for your understanding."

[Flashback]

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