Ellen's POV
I sat back in my seat opposite him and reached out to lay my phone on his table. His expression was so down and I knew something was definitely off.
“Dad, are you alright?” I inquired softly, my voice laced with genuine concern.
He raised his eyes to meet mine, the weariness in his expression evident. “The lawyer is awake,” he informed me gravely. “He's conscious now.”
My heart skipped a beat at the news, a surge of worry flooding through me. “What's he saying? Has he made any move? Has he said anything?” I pressed urgently.
If that lawyer woke up and began saying things he should not, then all of our hard work would go down the drain.
His response was firm and resolute. “I've got my eyes on him. If he says anything, I'll finish off what I started four years ago.”
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