?<strong>Chapter 809:</strong>


    Thewyer, who was handling Raelyn’s inheritance, approached Joelle with some documents.


    “Mrs. Watson, there are a few papers here that need your review.”


    “Alright.” Joelle took the documents, her focus sharp as the warm glow of the setting sun bathed her profile.


    Thewyer couldn’t help but admire the graceful curve of her face, his gaze lingering longer than he intended.


    “Alright.” Joelle signed the document and handed it over to thewyer. “This should be fine, right?”


    Thewyer quickly masked his thoughts, his face neutral as he nodded. “Yes.”


    “Thank you.”


    Joelle extended her hand, her smile faint but sincere, and thewyer grasped it briefly, his voice soft. “You’re wee. Ms. Sampson often spoke of you.”


    “Really?”


    “She always said you gave Mr. Miller a home, that you were a kind mother. She admired your strength, the way gentleness could hold such power.”


    Joelle froze for a moment, her hand still in his, when a soft cough broke the silence from the bed.


    Adrian’s pale face slowly came into view as his eyes fluttered open. His gaze immediately fell on the hands still sped together.


    His expression remained unreadable as he processed what he saw.


    The words thewyer had spoken echoed in his mind, and he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality, but the sight of the two of them still holding hands was far from the first thing he wanted to see after narrowly escaping death. Joelle, her heart racing, quickly withdrew her hand. “You’re awake!”


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    Adrian grunted in response, his eyes narrowing as he cast a cold nce at the other man. “Who is he?”


    Joelle sensed the jealousy radiating from Adrian. She awkwardly nced at thewyer, who quickly straightened himself and introduced himself.


    “Hello, Mr. Miller. I’m Ms. Sampson’swyer. I’m d to see you awake.”


    Adrian’s irritation deepened. How much had thewyer talked to Joelle while he was unconscious? The thought gnawed at him.


    He struggled to sit up, and Joelle couldn’t hold him down.


    “Stay put! I’ll call the doctor,” she said, her voice firm with concern.


    “No need, I’m fine.”


    “Lie down!”


    Despite Joelle’smanding tone, Adrian stubbornly refused to obey.


    “Adrian!” Joelle raised her voice, a note of frustration creeping in.


    “I’m still here!” Adrian replied, his tone tinged with defiance.


    Insisting on standing, Adrian confronted thewyer, making it clear with his posture that he was very much alive and that thewyer should step back from Joelle. Thewyer, understanding the unspoken tension, raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, no need for this. I’ll get the doctor. Please lie down, Mr. Miller.” He quickly left and never returned.


    The doctor cameter for further checks. While Adrian’s condition was far from ideal, the fact that he had woken up was a sign of progress.


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