All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The air at the table was stiff, the kind of quiet that wasn’t peaceful — it was heavy, awkward, and loud in its own way. Silver spoons clinked softly against porcelain plates, but no one really spoke much. Cassy barely touched her food, pushing bits of vegetables around her plate while Timothy giggled quietly beside her, whispering something about how Grandma’s earrings looked like “tiny frying pans.” Kael forced a faint smile at that, though his eyes never left his grandmother. She’d been oddly quiet for several minutes now, but he could feel her gaze — sharp, assessing, cutting across the table like a blade. Then, just as Kael lifted his glass to take a sip, her voice broke the silence. “So, tell me, Kael…” she said suddenly, setting her spoon down with a light clink. “What does your wife do for a living?” Every head turned slightly — even Timothy froze, his fork midair. Cassy’s heart jumped into her throat. Kael lowered his glass, exhaling slowly. “Nana—” “Don’t Nana me,” s

The knock came again — this time softer, but enough to make her heart leap.Cassy’s fingers tightened around her phone, her mind scrambling. She wasn’t ready to face anyone — not now, not with her pulse still racing from what she’d just heard.“Irene, please just hold on,” she whispered to no one, as if the words could somehow reach through the air.Another knock.Her breath caught.But then she heard the voice — deep, steady, familiar.“Cassy? Are you okay?”Her eyes widened. Kael.For a split second, she felt relief — at least it wasn’t his mother. But then her stomach clenched again. Kael wasn’t much better.“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice gentle, not demanding, but there was something underneath it — concern, maybe suspicion.Cassy glanced at herself in the mirror — her hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks pale, her eyes red from the shock. Her reflection looked like someone who’d just seen bad news — which wasn’t too far from the truth.She inhaled sharply, forcing herself t

The night air was cool, almost too quiet, as Kael opened the car door for Cassy. He didn’t say a word; he simply stepped aside, waiting for her to get in. The sleek black car gleamed under the dim lights spilling from the mansion’s porch, its surface reflecting the stillness between them.Cassy hesitated before slipping into the passenger seat. Her heart was still racing from everything that had happened upstairs — the stares, the comments, the weight of Kael’s grandmother’s voice echoing in her head. She tried not to think about it as she adjusted her seatbelt, her fingers trembling slightly.Kael walked around the hood and got into the driver’s seat. The door shut with a solid click, sealing them into the silence.For a few moments, neither of them spoke. The soft hum of the engine filled the space as Kael started the car and eased it down the long driveway, past the towering iron gates that slowly parted for them. The headlights cut through the darkness, casting long streaks of

The hum of the hospital lights was constant — a low, electric buzz that seemed to press against the ears, blending with the faint beeping of distant monitors and the occasional squeak of rubber soles gliding over polished tiles. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and something metallic — sterile, sharp, unforgiving. Cassy hadn’t sat down since they arrived. She’d been standing for what felt like hours, pacing the length of the waiting area, her arms folded tightly across her chest as though that could hold her together. Her eyes, red from sleeplessness and tears, were fixed on the transparent ICU door a few feet ahead — the only barrier between her and her sister. Through the glass, everything looked blurred — a dim wash of pale blue lights and moving silhouettes. She couldn’t see Irene clearly, only the vague outline of a bed surrounded by machines that blinked and beeped in patterns she didn’t understand. Nurses moved in and out, faces hidden behind masks. The door open

The drive from the hospital was nothing short of suffocating. The world outside moved — lights flickered past, tires hummed against the asphalt — but inside the car, everything was still, frozen in a strange quiet that weighed on Cassy’s chest. Her hands were clasped together tightly on her lap, knuckles turning pale as her thoughts spiraled out of control. She could still see Irene’s pale face, hear the machines beeping faintly from behind that glass door. Every time she blinked, it replayed in flashes — the way her sister’s hand twitched, the nurses rushing in, the quiet panic that clung to the air. She pressed her hand to her forehead, taking in a shaky breath. “God,” she muttered under her breath. “I just… I just need to breathe.” Her gaze shifted to Kael, who sat at the wheel, his focus unbroken, his profile bathed in the dim glow of passing streetlights. His expression was unreadable — that calm, stone-cold look he always wore when he didn’t want anyone guessing what he was