The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1390

Presley, lying in the hospital bed, caught that subtle expression change right away. His emotions felt like they'd been sucker punched, and his gaze went a bit dazed for a split second.

He'd never thought that Damon, who always seemed aloof, indifferent to everything and everyone, could have such a wave of emotions crashing over him.

However, just as he caught sight of the woman beside him, Presley's face darkened again. Damon was walking over, with Anya in one hand and Chloe in the other.

"Are you hoping for me to drop dead?" Presley asked.

Chloe's face remained expressionless. No anger, no resentment, no smiles, and no embarrassment, just a face devoid of expressions.

Damon frowned, his voice icy as he said, "You'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days. I've asked James to arrange for someone to take care of you."

Presley was pissed off by Damon's icy attitude and took a deep breath. "I'm not staying!"

"Suit yourself. I'll arrange for a doctor to be with you 24/7." Damon said.

Presley was so angry that he started to shake. Taking a few quick breaths, he glared at Damon. His chest stopped heaving and his eyes started to turn a little red.

He managed to stutter out, "What about your parents? How are they?"

Damon's eyebrows furrowed, his voice indifferent, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?!" Presley yelled, his voice shaking, clearly scared to face the truth.

"The plane did crash, and their fate is unknown." Damon's voice was steady. He didn't seem to worry about Presley's reaction at all.

Chloe silently watched Presley's reaction. His eyes filled with deep pain after hearing Damon's words. She bit her lip slightly, feeling a pang of sorrow.

Uncertainty about life and death.

The torment of this uncertainty on the human heart, no one understood it better than her.

The plane had crashed, bodies of the crew had been found, so how could Royce and Elizabeth possibly be unscathed? Reality was cruel, and even if there was hope, it was minuscule. But all of them, their hearts were filled with hope that they could survive.

They were praying for fate and miracles.

How could something like this happen to Royce and Elizabeth, who were so wonderful?

Nathan stood aside, his face taut, a trace of anger hidden in his eyebrows. Yulia stood opposite him. Watching his face, her lips moved a few times but she didn't say anything in the end. She just turned her face away.

She no longer wanted to see his gloomy face. If she couldn't see it, she wouldn't care.

"Get out!" Presley managed to spit out these harsh words, "I don't want to see her! Get her out! Damon, if you insist on being with her, never show up in front of me again!"

"Grandpa." A gloomy voice suddenly sounded. Yulia’s long eyelashes fluttered a bit, surprised by the familiar voice. In her memory, Nathan never talked with such a serious tone when Damon was around.

Nathan said, "Trying to force others to make choices is very irrational. Threatening others with cutting ties or using age to blackmail others is useless. Remember, if it wasn't for your stubbornness, my parents wouldn't have left impulsively."

Presley's breath hitched, "Are you blaming me?"

Nathan looked at him coldly, "You still think you're not at fault?"