บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Nanny Flora’s POV The door burst open before the doctor could even look up. “Doctor! You have to help… please… you have to help her!” My voice came out too high, too shaky. I didn’t care. The doctor flinched, his pen falling from his hand. “Ma’am? What’s wrong? Who needs help?” “Annalyn,” I gasped, gripping the edge of his desk for balance. “Her life is in danger!” He frowned, confused, standing halfway. “What do you mean? What happened? How is she in danger?” I opened my mouth, but my words tangled with panic. There wasn’t time to explain. Not properly. Not now. And yet the images came flooding back… the ones that had sent me running through these halls. ****Flashback**** I walk into the hospital wearing my usual warm smile, my heart beating from worry and anxiety. Alex had called earlier, his voice trembling even as he tried to sound calm. “Nanny, please come to the hospital. Stay with Anna, she's pregnant and I'm going into surgery soon with my son. I can’t r

Mrs. Quinn’s POV“Little… sister?”The sound of that word cracked through the air like lightning.I froze. My heart thudded once… hard.. against my ribs. Annalyn sat up in bed, staring at the two of us, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I’d spent thirty-five years burying this secret.. burying the fact that Flora is my Elder Sister, locking it in a place no one could reach. But now.. just like that… it was out.And before I could even think of what to say next, another voice sliced through the tension.“Little sister?”We all turned at once.My daughter, Rissa stood at the doorway, eyes wide, her face pale as if she’d seen a ghost. My stomach dropped. Oh God. No. Not now!“Mum,” she said slowly, stepping into the room. “Did I just hear Nanny Flora call you little sister? Is she by any chance your sister?”Flora’s chin lifted, her voice steady. “Yes.”“No,” I snapped at the same time, my voice sharp and trembling. The contradiction hun

Anna’s POVThe door creaked open softly causing me to look up, and when I did, Rissa stood there… her lips curved into a small smile. It wasn’t her usual bright one, though. This one was faint, tired, forced.Still, I smiled back. “Hey, You’re back!” I said, relief in my voice.She nodded and stepped into the room. But my eyes quickly darted behind her. No one followed. My heart tightened. “Where’s Nanny Flora?” I asked.The question stopped her in her tracks. The smile on her face fell apart instantly. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sank into the chair beside my bed. Her silence said everything.“Rissa? Did you hear me?” I whispered, the unease rising in my throat. “Where’s Nanny Flora?”She still didn’t answer.That silence… it was worse than words. It made the room feel colder. I adjusted myself on the bed, my hands gripping the blanket. “Did she go home? Would she be returning soon?…”But the door burst open before I could continue.Two nurses entered, pushing a

Anna’s POV “Anna?” The sound of my name made me freeze mid-step. I turned around slowly, my fingers still curled around the door handle. Mrs. Quinn stood just outside Alex’s hospital room, the same door I had closed seconds ago. She wasn’t far down the corridor… she was right there, framed by the doorway like some ghost I couldn’t seem to escape. Her expression was unreadable, though there was a strange stiffness in her posture, a careful control that only made me more uneasy. For a heartbeat, I thought about pretending not to hear her. About walking away and saving myself the headache. But something in the form of curiosity, defiance or maybe both… glued my feet to the ground. She took a few steps forward, her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor until she was only a few feet away. Her tone was calm, almost too calm. “Can we talk?” I let out a small, humorless chuckle, my lips barely moving. “Do I have a choice?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I crossed my arms, standi

Anna’s POV The silence in the car felt heavier than the siren that was on. I sat in the backseat, hands clasped tight on my lap, staring blankly out the window as the city lights blurred past. Why me? Why does Nurse Irene insist on speaking to me alone? She could’ve told the police everything. She could’ve said the name of the person who sent her. But she didn’t. She refused to talk to anyone else. She wanted me. Only me. The thought gnawed at me until my stomach felt hollow. I bit the inside of my cheek, not even realizing it until I tasted the faint tang of blood. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Maybe she was scared the police might not be able to protect what she had to say. Or maybe… maybe it was worse than that. The officer driving glanced at me through the rear-view mirror once. His eyes were calm but curious, like he wanted to ask what was running through my head. I looked away before he could. I just wanted to get there. To hear what Irene had to say. To finally u