All Chapters of A Crazy Night with My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The doctor's face wasn’t giving anything away, and he had the kind of practiced blankness that would make you want to shake an answer out of him.“We've stabilized him for now. But I won't sugarcoat this—he's in terrible condition,” he told us flatly.“Is he going to make it?” I asked.The doctor’s eyes shifted away for a second. Bad sign.“That’s hard to say at the moment. The bullet severely damaged his lung and he lost a dangerous amount of blood before they found him. And being left untreated for two days…”“But he survived the surgery,” I pushed.“He did.” The doctor sighed. “The next twelve hours will tell us more. If he makes it through the night, his chances will definitely improve.”If. How much a small word could carry the weight of someone’s life.After the doctor left us standing there, Jason and I stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds, my heart still banging behind my clothes. Our conversation probably ended along the lines of me returning to check on hi

AVAThe coldness of the metal chair I sat on seeped into my back, and it made me more aware of myself than I planned to be. The farther the seconds were stretching, the tighter my lungs became.“Breathe,” I told myself, exhaling once and sitting up straighter.I'd rehearsed this moment for hours; what I'd say, how I’d remain calm, and how I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. It was the least I could do for myself at the moment.One would think I was getting ready for my first ever interview, but all this anxiety was for seeing my parents’ murderer….eye to eye since the first time since I found out what he was.Charles was caught yesterday by the Coast Guard. They intercepted his yacht before it reached international waters. There is evidence against him aside from the recording from the recording Blake sent me, financial records tying him to the hitman who killed my parents, and the toxicology reports from Isabella’s bloodwork. It was enough to hold and char

Living Among the LostAVALilies were for mum and house irises for dad used to be the usual ritual in the house back then. They were both lovers of flowers so we planted a lot of them around the house. I happened to not share the same love for plants as they did, but I eventually had to start caring.Even now, I cared a lot.Kneeling by their graves, I rested the flowers against their shared headstone as the setting sun over against the golden letters their names were engraved in.I stared at both their names, and the dates, my vision slowly getting clouded by tears my attempts to hold them back. They said time healed all wounds, but it has been seven years and I still haven’t completely healed. The hollowness was still there and today was the first time the feeling didn’t come with a lot of pain as it usually did.I heard Alexander’s feet inching closer behind me, and then his arm coming around my shoulder as he crouched next to me. I leaned into his warmth without a word and took a

A Table Set For HealingAVA“Why didn’t you tell me?” Granny’s voice quavered. Her hands were shaking even as she held on to the newspaper in her lap, where the front-page headline had the news written in bold letters.THE WINTER COUPLE MURDER CASE CLOSED; SUSPECT DIES BEFORE TRIAL.The first and last time I had seen granny in tears was at my parents’ funeral. I never expected that I would see her hurt like this again, especially over a trauma that she had managed to endure for many years.I knelt beside her chair even as tears filled my own eyes.“I was going to tell you, Granny. I swear I was…” I said, gently taking the paper away from her and setting it aside.I sighed. I just…I...I didn't know how..”How could I explain that her daughter and son-in-“law whom she mourned, thinking they died of a mere accident were actually murdered and that I’d been hunting the man responsible. How do I tell her that I'd put myself in danger, even nearly died multiple times all to bring him to just

AVATWO MONTHS LATER“Hurry up!” Alexander shouted from the front door.I called back, “Coming,” adding one more pin to secure my high bun. I gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror, with my navy blue dress, pearl earrings and subtle makeup, before grabbing my purse and hurrying down the stairs.Alexander was tapping his foot even though his mock annoyance couldn't hide the softness in his eyes as he took in my appearance.“You look beautiful. Isabella would approve.”I wiped an invisible dust from his charcoal suit jacket. “So do you. You know how particular she is about dress codes.”It was Isabella’s forty-first birthday today and despite the fact that she still wasn’t awake, Alexander and I decided to celebrate it with her. It would be something she would have wanted…no, something she would want. The doctors have been using words like “persistent vegetati