Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Darcy hung up.

Emerald's face darkened with fury. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned and walked toward Brian's hospital room.noveldrama

George was standing guard outside, looking almost as bad as Brian himself.

As Emerald approached, she took in the sight of his injuries—his face and body covered in wounds. Though bandaged, blood still seeped through the gauze, making for a horrifying scene.

"George, what happened? Why did the accident occur?" she asked.

George's face was pale, his voice grim. "Ms. Kinsey, I don't think Mr. Nixon's accident was just an accident. I believe someone orchestrated it."

Emerald's expression turned ice-cold. "Do you have any proof?"

George shook his head. "No, just a gut feeling. The driver who hit us seemed to know Mr. Nixon was in the back seat. He deliberately rammed into the rear of the car. That's why the driver and I only suffered minor injuries, while Mr. Nixon's condition was severe enough to require amputation."

Emerald tightened her grip on her phone. She stared at George, her tone firm. "I understand. I'll look into this. You're injured too-go get some rest. We're heading back first thing in the morning."

George looked surprised. "What about Mr. Nixon?"

"The doctor said the surgery was successful. He should be stable enough to be transported back for further treatment. Besides, if we don't go back now, the Nixons will descend into chaos," Emerald replied.

Thinking about how Darcy had kidnapped Delia and Nyla in her absence, she could barely contain her fury.

This time, when she returned, she would make sure Darcy learned exactly who the real leader of the Nixons was.

Late at night, Darcy's villa was heavily surrounded—his guards already subdued. Darcy stood at the entrance, his expression dark as he faced off against Ross. "Ross, are you sure you want to do this? If you force your way in, the only thing you'll find is the corpses of Nyla and Delia," he threatened.

Ross smiled, but his icy blue eyes remained devoid of warmth. "Darcy, maybe you should see who I have before you make any threats."

As he finished speaking, his men dragged out Mary and Vik.

Darcy's expression instantly soured. His gaze turned murderous as he glared at

Ross. "Ross, you actually had the audacity to take them?!"

Ross kept his relaxed smile. "I tried

resolving this peacefully, but you refused to cooperate. So I decided I to use your methods against you. If you release Ms. Kinsey, I'll release Vik and Mary. But if anything happens to her, I can't guarantee their safety either."

"You realize Vik is the next leader of the Nixons? If you lay a finger on him, you'll be making an enemy of the entire Nixon family," Darcy warned.

Ross remained unfazed. "Last I checked, Emerald is still the current leader of the Nixons. If the Bumards stand with her, you don't stand a chance."

Before arriving, Ross had already gathered intel-while many

members of the Nixons suppool net

Darcy, plenty still opposed the idea

of Vik taking over.

After all, Vik was just a bastard son. No matter how talented he was, he would never be truly accepted.

Darcy's expression darkened as he glared at Ross in silence.

Ross continued calmly, "All I want is for you to release Ms. Kinsey. As for Ms. Nixon-that's between you and Emerald. You'll still have your bargaining chip."