All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Clifford’s POVThe room was dark, the silence deafening—but not as deafening as the woman’s wails echoing inside the video playing on my phone. She was on her knees, palms pressed together like she was praying, begging not to be killed.How could I hear her screams when the volume was muted? Simple. I could read the words from her lips. I couldn’t risk turning the sound on; Millicent was sleeping soundly beside me, turned away, her breathing even and deep.And the woman in the video? The one who dared pretend to be her mother. When I borrowed Millicent’s phone, I secretly sent the woman a message, telling her to meet me at a certain location. Stupid enough, she took the bait. I had Gustav meet her instead—and take her somewhere no one would ever find her.Now it was only a matter of time before she said goodbye to this world. But not before I made her confess who sent her to mess with me.“Hmm… why are you still awake?” Millicent’s soft whisper broke through my thoughts as she stirred

Clifford's POV.“Gustav, what happened?” I asked breathlessly the moment I entered the rest house. I found him sprawled on the cold floor of the living room, a gunshot wound bleeding heavily from his left chest. He was barely conscious, drowning in his own blood.I had received a call from him in the middle of the night, but I couldn’t make out his words—only the deafening sound of gunfire.“Secure the perimeter. Check if there are still enemies around,” I ordered, helping him onto the sofa.My hand reached instinctively for the gun holstered at my side, ready to head out, when Gustav clutched at the hem of my jacket. His eyes fluttered, barely able to stay open, lips parting as though he wanted to speak.I knelt down, bringing my ear close to him.“B-Boss… i-it was the Big B-Boss… he did this…” he whispered, his voice ragged with pain.I nodded firmly. “I know, Gustav. And I won’t let him get away with this,” I replied before rising to my feet.Just then, the black van I had summoned

Clifford’s POVMy steps were heavy as I made my way to Aurelius’s hideout. That bastard owes me an explanation. Even before I got there, my fists were already clenched, my jaw grinding in fury.Everything happening to me now somehow ties back to him. Long before I reached the main door, his men tried to block my path—but I landed a solid punch on one of them.Another pulled a gun, but I struck him across the head, sending him crashing to the ground. One got lucky, landing a blow on my face.My head snapped to the side from the force, but I quickly regained my balance and retaliated with a kick.Moments later, I was inside the two-story house. A few of his men were fast asleep in the living room, clueless about the storm that was about to tear their world apart.“Aurelius!” I bellowed, my jaw tight as stone.His men scrambled to their feet, groggy but already reaching for their guns. I beat them to it, firing a warning shot into the ceiling.“Don’t even think about moving unless you wa

Third Person’s POVMiley no longer knew where she and Oliver were. The car had been circling endlessly, yet they still hadn’t found the place Aurelius supposedly stayed.“Are you sure this is the right address?” she asked, her voice tight with unease.“This is it. There’s no other,” he answered firmly.But all she could see was darkness. The place looked like an abandoned subdivision swallowed by shadows.She glanced at her phone—it was past three in the morning. They had been driving in circles for nearly thirty minutes.“Oliver, I don’t think this is the right address. Maybe I should call Clifford again—”She flinched when Oliver suddenly snatched the phone from her hand. His aura shifted, no longer the same man she had once met at the party.“You won’t be needing this anymore, Miley. You’ve got me. We’ll find him together,” he said in a mocking tone.“W-What do you mean? Take me home now, Oliver,” she demanded.“You don’t give me orders. I decide when you go home. Understand?”Mile

Clifford’s POVEvery step I took seemed to add to the dread weighing on me. The hospital hallway felt endless, each second dragging like a lifetime.On the bed lay an unconscious Miley, being rushed forward by the doctors and nurses. They were asking me questions, but their voices were nothing more than echoes—distant, hollow, slipping past my ears.When we reached the emergency room, a nurse blocked my way.“You can’t go in any further, Sir. Please wait here,” she said before closing the door in my face.I had no choice but to stare at that closed door. Frustration surged inside me, and I dragged a hand down my face. I was late—that’s why this happened to her.Restless, I paced the corridor, punching the wall at one point just to stop myself from falling apart.I hadn’t even finished off the man who took Miley. The moment I saw her condition, panic consumed me. I left the kill to Chanda.But I couldn’t get her last words out of my head—the ones she whispered in the car before losing