Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 247; Getting back home

If he hadn’t allowed them to see her before, when they’d written her off as a lost cause and suggested cutting losses on her expensive medical care, then they would certainly never see his daughter now that she’d miraculously recovered. They’d had their chance years ago, before they’d dismissed her as a hopeless burden whose continued existence served no purpose beyond draining family resources.

They’d said those words in his presence, discussed her impending death with cold calculation about how to minimize the political and financial damage her passing would create, suggested that perhaps it would be a mercy to simply let nature take its course rather than prolonging the inevitable with futile treatments.

He’d moved her to the villa that very day, cut off their access completely, and had been living with her in effective isolation from the main family ever since. They’d made their position clear when they thought she was dying, she was worthless to them, a political liability rather than an asset, better off gone so the family could move forward without the embarrassment of a comatose heir occupying valuable attention and resources.

Now, Lu Cheng had undoubtedly told them about seeing Yuyan conscious and healthy and walking around, as she’d never spent years hovering at death’s door, probably spun some elaborate narrative about the miraculous recovery that all the expensive specialists had declared impossible.

They’d be scrambling now, desperate to see her with their own eyes and confirm this impossible transformation, already calculating how to reinsert themselves into her life and claim credit for her recovery, how to leverage her restored health for their own political advantage as if they hadn’t spent years treating her like a shameful secret better kept hidden.

But they would find nothing. No access, no opportunities, no way to claw back the relationship they’d so thoroughly destroyed when they’d written off his daughter as already dead.

Shuyin noticed that cold smirk immediately, her attention drawn by the shift in his expression from neutral competence to something far more dangerous and satisfied, the kind of look that suggested he was actively enjoying someone else’s frustration and failure. She followed the direction of his gaze with curiosity, using her jade-colored eyes that possessed that particular penetrative quality which allowed her to see images perfectly well even at significant distances, a remnant of her mermaid heritage that translated into exceptional visual acuity even in her human form.

Her vision sharpened and focused on the scene unfolding at the hospital entrance far below, details becoming crystal clear despite the growing distance as the helicopter continued its ascent. She could see the family members with perfect clarity, the older couple who must be Lu Yuze’s parents based on their age and the way they moved with that particular authority that came from decades of commanding respect and obedience, their faces tight with what looked like urgent determination rather than the dismissive indifference they’d shown when Yuyan had been dying.

The extended family clustering around them like vultures who’d suddenly caught the scent of fresh opportunity, their expressions ranging from barely concealed excitement to calculating assessment. And there in the back, watching the entire scene with satisfaction that bordered on gloating, was a man whose features carried enough resemblance to Lu Yuze that he could only be the other brother she’d heard mentioned, Lu Zhengtian, the one who’d been passed over for the CEO position and had spent years since then trying to undermine and sabotage his younger brother’s authority through increasingly desperate political maneuvering.

Lu Cheng must have told them everything, how he’d seen Yuyan conscious and coherent, how she’d looked perfectly healthy after years of the specialists declaring her condition terminal and irreversible, how the miraculous recovery they’d all dismissed as impossible had somehow occurred under Lu Yuze’s isolated care. Now they were rushing here with desperate urgency, probably expecting to find her still being examined so they could swoop in and reestablish connections they’d severed when they thought she had no value, already planning how to explain away their years of absence and neglect.

They were all rushing toward the entrance with urgent purpose, clearly expecting to find Yuyan still inside being treated, completely unaware that she was currently secured safely in a helicopter that was carrying her further away with every passing second, beyond their reach and their schemes and their attempts to suddenly pretend they cared about her wellbeing now that she represented potential value again.

Shuyin felt her own lips curve into something that matched Lu Yuze’s cold satisfaction, understanding immediately what was happening and why he was so clearly pleased by the timing of their escape.

They’d gotten out just ahead of the family interference, had completed everything necessary, and departed before anyone could insert themselves into the situation and create complications. The timing was almost perfect in its execution, deliberate or fortunate, it hardly mattered which when the result was the same. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Your family?" she asked quietly, keeping her voice low enough that it wouldn’t carry over the helicopter’s engine noise to where Chen Xiao was dozing against her shoulder.

"Arriving too late to matter," Lu Yuze confirmed, his smirk widening fractionally as he watched them disappear into the hospital below, clearly imagining their frustration when they discovered the examination room was empty and the discharge papers already filed. "Lu Cheng must have called them the moment he saw Yuyan conscious and healthy, probably couldn’t resist telling them all about her miraculous recovery after they spent years insisting she was a lost cause not worth the resources being spent on her care. Now they’re suddenly interested in seeing her again, probably already planning how to worm their way back into her life and pretend they never suggested it would be better if she just died quietly."

His voice carried such cold contempt that it made the temperature in the helicopter cabin seem to drop several degrees. "They had years to visit her, to show even minimal concern for her well-being. They chose not to. They made their position abundantly clear when they thought she was dying, she was worthless, an embarrassment, a drain on family resources better redirected elsewhere. I remember every word they said about my daughter when they thought her death was inevitable."