Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 79

Eveline Jonah begged her not to go. She didn’t have to face him—the man who threatened her job, threatened his health, and forced her to live under the same roof with his cheating, lying son. But Eveline wanted answers. And it was easy to find Gerald. She knew he hadn’t been to his hospital, and there was no way he was going to be at her house, so he had to be at his home. Mary met her at the door, her hands on her hips, fuming. “What are you doing here, you ungrateful…ungrateful…” “Bitch?” Eveline finished for her with a thin smile that curled up her cheek. “I need to see my ex-father-in-law. And you can go ahead and call the cops, but—”She tapped her chin, humming under her breath. “Mm. Let’s see.” She leaned closer to Mary, frightening the other woman as she lowered her voice. “I don’t think you’d want the world knowing that on top of everything your husband has done, he’s also being accused of threatening his former daughter-in-law, do you?”Eveline stepped back. Good. Ma

Eveline Eveline sagged against the back rest of the chair in the break room, her coffee—now cold—spilling over the cup’s rim and on to her fingers. She glanced down at it, but didn’t make any attempt to reach for a napkin, tissue or…anything. She didn’t turn either, when the door to the room opened. She just wanted some quiet. She wanted to be left alone—but it was impossible, when she had been on her feet all day, handling various activities on her floor. And then, for some reason, the director asked her to help down in the ER. There’d been a fatal accident on the highway, and they needed capable hands. Somehow, she was one of the extra hands he chose. She couldn’t say no. The busyness gave her mind something else to think about, but now that the hospital was a little quieter and she was back in the mental health ward, her thoughts were spiraling again. It’d been less than twenty four hours since she found the photograph of her father and Gerald Roswood, but it felt like more

LucienLucien walked out of the hospital doors into the cool night air. He took a deep breath, trying to clear the scent of chemicals and blood from his head.It didn't work. He got into his car, slammed the door shut, and sat there in silence for a long moment. His mind was fried, buzzing with exhaustion and anger that refused to settle down.He started the engine and drove back to his apartment. He hadn't stepped foot in his house in days. The place felt cold and abandoned the second he unlocked the front door and pushed it open. He kicked off his shoes in the hallway, not even bothering to turn on the living room lights."Eveline?" he called out into the dark.Silence answered him. She wasn't there. He stood in the middle of his dark living room, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.Deep down, he knew she wouldn't be here. He didn't really expect her to be waiting around for him anyway, not after...He had dragged her into his messy world, pushed her away when things got too c

Lucien Lucien stood in the middle of the hospital hallway, his jaw shut so tightly that his teeth ached in time with his racing heart. The morning work change was starting around him, the nurses hurried past with files held to their chests, the sound of heart monitors rang from the rooms, and the smell of floor soap filled the air. None of it felt real. Everything seemed to be happening behind a thick sheet of glass. He had called Eveline five times. Each try ended the same way, with a flat, robot sound followed by the silence of her voicemail. He moved toward the breakroom, pushing the fire door open. Belinda was sitting at the small, scratched plastic table, holding a paper cup of warm coffee. She looked up, her tired eyes softening as she knew him, but the sharp, hard stress in Lucien's shoulders made her smile fade fast. "Belinda," Lucien said, keeping his voice low and steady, though a hammer seemed to be hitting against his ribs. "Have you seen Eveline?" Belinda set