All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Anna's POV "Daniel Davis has been at the site since the moment he was notified," I continued, my voice softening slightly. "He secured the scene, contacted emergency services, made arrangements for the family, and kept me informed every step of the way." I turned my gaze back to Inigo. "That's the standard I expect. Not excuses about dinner meetings." My phone vibrated in my hand-Mom calling again. I declined with a swipe, knowing she was worried but unable to step away right now. "Ms. Shaw," Rachel approached cautiously, "perhaps you should sit down. You've been standing for almost an hour." I appreciated her concern but shook my head. "I'm fine." The twins shifted inside me, a flutter of movement that strengthened my resolve. Even they understood we weren't going anywhere. "Anna," Catherine appeared at my elbow, her voice uncharacteristically gentle, "at least drink some water and eat something. For them." She nodded toward my belly. I accepted the bottle she offered,

Anna's POV Catherine peered over my shoulder, her eyebrows arching in surprise. "Dad? What's he calling you for?" I answered, putting the call on speaker. To my surprise, it wasn't Phillip but William Murphy's warm, gravelly voice that came through. "Annie, is there anything your Grandpa William or your Uncle Phillip can help with? You just say the word. Don't worry, don't be afraid. William's here to make everything right for you." The familiar concern in his voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension from my shoulders. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but gently scold him. "William, why aren't you resting yet? It's so late." Catherine leaned closer to the phone. "Grandpa, I'm here too. Anyone who dares to bully Shaw Corp or hurt Anna will have to answer to me." William grumbled good-naturedly, "You! It would be impressive if you weren't causing Anna more problems." I quickly defended her, "Catherine helped me tremendously to

Anna's POV My lips curved into a cold smile. "I doubt I'm wrong. Marcus warned me about this before." The mention of his name sent an unwelcome pang through my chest. "You've been living at the construction site personally overseeing everything, yet this still happened. It's nearly impossible to prevent. Well, we can't guard against thieves forever-since they've made their move, we'll respond accordingly." Looking at Daniel's haggard face, I softened. "I've got the company covered. You should go rest." He shook his head stubbornly. "I think I should make another trip to the police station." The door opened as Sean entered, his gaze briefly dropping to my belly before meeting my eyes. "Let me go instead. Daniel should stay at the company. I'll handle the police station and construction site." Daniel's relief was palpable as he nodded. "Alright, thank you for taking this on." Rachel chimed in from the doorway. "Then I'll go to the hospital." I looked at my team organizin

Mary's POV My cheeks burned as Father's words cut through me like a serrated knife. How dare he scold me in front of everyone especially that insufferable Catherine? I straightened my silk blouse, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "I'm only trying to uphold the standards of this family," I said, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to control it. "Someone needs to teach her proper respect." "Mary," Father said, his tone dropping to that familiar warning rumble that had always made me shrink as a child. "Not another word." Lucy appeared at my side like a guardian angel, slipping a crystal tumbler of bourbon into my hand. "Mrs. Simpson, I brought your favorite," she whispered, her fingers briefly squeezing mine in solidarity. I took a long sip, letting the alcohol burn away the humiliation lodged in my throat. The dinner proceeded with excruciating politeness, each bite of perfectly cooked steak turning to ash in my mouth. George sat beside me,

Anna's POV I took her trembling hand in mine. "We can't leave yet. If we walk out now, everyone will believe you're destroying their marriage." The party guests had already formed a circle of whispers and stares around us. "It's all lies!" Mom's voice shook with indignation. "Mary Simpson is completely fabricating this. I've never... Your father was my only love. How could I ever do something like that?" The anguish in her eyes broke my heart. Dad had been gone seven years, but Mom still fell asleep clutching his photograph. Yet Samuel's cryptic comment about George's interest in my mother suddenly clicked into place. "I believe you're innocent," I assured her, gently dabbing her tears with a tissue. "That's exactly why we need to stay and clear your name." George approached us with practiced concern. "Anna, this is all a misunderstanding. Please tell your assistant to release my wife." I met his gaze, letting the temperature of my voice drop below freezing. "T'll hav