Semua Bab Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle: Bab 111 - Bab 120

(Vivian’s POV)I sat in the quiet lobby corridor, the soft glare of overhead lights washing the walls in pale hues. It was after 2 a.m. and the world had gone numb, except for the hum of passing nurses and the distant beeping of machines from beyond the door marked “Post‑Operative Recovery.” Kai lay in there, still unconscious. My eyes scanned the empty chairs, the nurse’s desk abandoned. I felt hollow, exhausted, guilty, and afraid.I was supposed to be resting, I thought. But how could I when he was fighting to live?Moments earlier, Willem had found me drifting between sleep and tears, head in my hands. He had gently insisted I go home, rest, and let someone else take over. But I refused. My guilt, my grief, wouldn’t let me leave.He appeared again, footsteps soft as confession. “Vivian,” he said, voice low, careful. He sat beside me. “You’ve been here all night. You need rest. We all do.”I blinked back tears. “I can’t… I can’t leave him.” My voice cracked. “He sacrificed everythi

(Vivian’s POV)The soft creak of the hospital door pulled me out of my thoughts.Summer was the first to step in, followed by Chloe and Willem. I quickly stood from the chair beside Kai’s bed and wiped away the last traces of tears on my cheeks. Summer's eyes met mine briefly, searching for answers in my expression, but she didn’t press.“You two done?” Summer teased with a raised brow, trying to lighten the mood.Kai smirked. “Depends on what you’re implying.”Chloe rolled her eyes, stepping closer to the bed. “Honestly, you’re not going to change, are you?”Willem let out a quiet chuckle and approached with his hands in his coat pockets. “Glad to see you’re alert enough to banter. Means I don’t have to worry too much.”Kai shrugged carefully, one hand resting over his abdomen. “Feels like hell, but I’m alive.”I sat quietly, watching the way they all surrounded Kai. A strange warmth settled in my chest—relief, gratitude, and something bittersweet.Willem cleared his throat and spoke

(Vivian’s POV)Six months later…“Miss Vivian, should I ask the staff to bring these documents as well?”I turned around and saw Martha walking toward me with a stack of documents in both hands. I approached her, checked the documents, and took them from her hands.“I’ll carry them,” I said. “Have all the items been moved?”“Yes. The movers left five minutes ago,” Martha informed me. “And also, Miss Vivian… There's a small issue. I mean, not exactly an issue. It’s just that…”“What is it? Just tell me.” I reached for my bag lying on the floor. I had already checked all the belongings and documents in my office, and everything had been packed into the truck and my car.The only thing left was to find someone willing to buy or lease the place. Since I had hired someone to help promote it, I was confident we’d find someone soon.At least now, I could finally breathe a little easier.“Well, it’s… um, how do I say this…”“What kind of problem is making you stutter like that? No need to be

(Kai’s POV)I stood in front of the now-empty building—Vivian’s studio. The name sign was gone, and the windows were bare, like a heart stripped of its soul. A “For Sale” banner fluttered slightly in the breeze, mocking me with its silent message: She’s really gone.My jaw clenched.I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled a number. The call connected instantly.“Follow her,” I said coldly. “She left an hour ago. I want to know where she’s staying. Find out everything—where she lives, who she’s with, her daily routine.”“Yes, Sir,” came the immediate reply.“And find out if this building’s been bought. I want the name of the buyer.”“Yes, Mr. Reyes.”I hung up without another word.I didn’t move. I just stood there like a fool, staring at the place that used to be filled with her laughter, her stubborn voice, her scent. Everything about her had become a ghost I couldn’t shake off.I had no right to still want her.I told her I didn’t believe in love.I told her I couldn’t give h

(Vivian’s POV)I sat in silence.The lamp beside the sofa cast a dim glow over the living room, soft enough to blur the edges of everything, including my own thoughts. The room was quiet now, save for the subtle sound of Kai’s breathing—uneven and raspy, with the fever still clinging to him like a ghost.My white dress had a faint smear of red where he’d clung to me earlier, and for some reason, I hadn’t bothered to change. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here to stay.My eyes lingered on Kai’s face.His brows were furrowed in his sleep, lips parted as if murmuring something I couldn’t hear. His skin was flushed, too warm, too pale. He looked like someone who hadn’t reste