Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 525 The Mysterious Call I nodded lightly.

I understood Yura. The fact that she agreed to this was already a pleasant surprise for me.

What was the harm in waiting a little longer if I was going to marry her anyway? "Ryan, Ryan? Are you awakes Are Ou finally awake?" +8 Pearls I didn't notice when my mother walked in, and the soup she was holding in her hand spilled out because she sawwake up. As if she couldn't believe her eyes, she hurried to my bedside and grasped my hand tightly. "Mom, I'm awake." I nodded at the woman who had been worrying aboutthis whole time.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and before I knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"You, you foolish child. You scaredhalf to death." She sniffled between words, but as she calmed down, a relieved smile broke through her tears. "Alright, alright, it's fine now. As long as you're awake, everything is fine." Just as she finished speaking, Celia arrived as well. The moment she sawsitting up, her face lit pure joy. up with "Ryan! Ryan, you're awake! Oh, thank goodness. This is wonderful; it's great that you're awake! Now that you're awake, my daughter can finally catch a break. You have no idea how much she's been running around for you these past few days, even you ...

"I know, Celia. Yura's been through a lot because ofthese past few days. I truly appreciate it," I said with a smile.

I understood the underlying meaning in her words. Even when I was unconscious, I had overheard the arguments between the two pack Luna regarding Yura's efforts to care for me. I also knew that because of Yura's unwavering dedication, my mother, who had initially been hesitant about accepting her, had started to change her opinion. That was the second happiest thing about waking up.

Noticing my expression, Celia couldn't hide the hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

As we were talking, Yura's phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket.

Yura's POV: I pulled my phone out and frowned. The number on the screen was unfamiliar.

Feeling a little uneasy, I stepped out of the hospital room and answered the call. "Hello? Who is this?" Silence. The only thing I could hear was steady, rhythmic breathing on the other end. My grip on the phone instinctively tightened. "Is it you?" I asked cautiously.

The caller was most likely Timothy.

After my question hung in the air for five long seconds the call ahruntly ended I already knew. Lowering my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness wash over me. So much thad passed, yet at this moment, I realized that I still missed Timothy very much.

I turned my head slightly, glancing toward the hospital room's door. It felt as though a massive stone was pressing against my chest, making it impossible to breathe and talk.

After a few more seconds of stillness, I turned around and pushed the door into the ward, then returned to the bed and sat.

Ryan looked up as I approached. Instinctively, he reached for my hand and asked gently, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's just a telemarketer. She kept talking for too long. I'm a little tired, that's all." Ryan studied my face for a moment before nodding, seemingly accepting my explanation. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "You've been working too hard these days while being pregnant. You should take it easy and get srest." "I'm fine." I shook my head, holding on to show a smile, and sat beside Ryan to accompany him.

However, no matter how much I tried to focus on Ryan during the next few days, my thoughts kept drifting elsewhere.

Was he doing okay now?

Ever since Ryan regained consciousness, I had been visiting the hospital almost every day His mother's attitude towardhad softened, though she still wasn't exactly warm, at least she no longer treatedwith outright hostility. We could have a proper conversation now.

"Alright, his condition is stable now. The fact that he woke up so quickly just proves this kid has sserious luck on his side. He'll need another 2.

two days of IV fluids to regain sstrength, but after that, he can be discharged. Just make sure he doesn't overexert himself afterward," Hughie said after a routine session of spiritual stone therapy. Seeing that he had returned to normal, the doctor let out a relieved. chuckle.

I nodded repeatedly in understanding. Ryan, however, looked a little sheepish and spoke, “I know. I'll be careful. Thank you, Dr. Watts. I appreciate everything you've done for me." Hughie gave him a look. "If you appreciate it, then the two of you should stop putting yourselves through all this unnecessary trouble." His words carried a weight that neither Ryan nor I could refute. We exchanged glances and chose not to argue.

Three days later, after the doctor confirmed that Ryan was recovering well with no major complications! went ahead and handled the O discharge procedures. Yet, the instant we walked out of the hospital, I realized I had miscalculated the situation. A throng of reporters and cameras waited outside, as did sfans. As soon as the reporters who were surrounded outside saw us coming out, they immediately surrounded us like a swarm. Various questions emerged in an endless stream, but they were more aimed at me.

"Ms. Yura, rumor has it that Ryan's accident was because of you. Is that true?" "Ms. Yura, photos of Ryan proposing to you at the airport recently went viral, but it's said that you rejected him Did his accident have anything to do with a conflict between the two of vou?" accident?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1