Semua Bab Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Bab 171 - Bab 180

(Author’s POV)As the doors clicked shut behind Dr. Hartmann and the other physicians, a heavy silence settled over the private lounge.Only the Skylar brothers and Aurora remained now.No more white coats. No more clinical words. Only the raw ache of reality.Owen stood at the far end of the room, staring blankly out the window, his fists clenched by his sides. Ryan sat hunched on the couch, his elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. Ian hadn't moved an inch from his place since the news. Asher was pacing, slow, restless steps, as though movement might somehow wake him from this nightmare.Aurora looked at each of them, her heart splintering at the sight.These men,

(Owen’s POV)The house had finally quieted down.Dad was settled in, surrounded by warmth and care. The nurses were on their shifts, the machines gently humming beside him, and the rest of us dispersed to our rooms, each of us carrying emotions too heavy to voice.I was sitting on the edge of the leather couch by the window in my room, still dressed in the same clothes I wore the whole day. My blazer had been tossed carelessly to the side, the top buttons of my shirt undone. My sleeves were rolled up, forearms resting on my knees, hands loosely clasped.The dark night sky outside the massive glass window stretched endlessly, black velvet with only a faint silver trace of the moon peeking through clouds.I stared into it

(Ryan’s POV)The quiet hush of the room was only disturbed by the steady hum of medical equipment and the faint rustle of the photo album that now rested on dad’s lap.Owen sat beside him, still holding his hand lightly when I stepped in. Owen looked up immediately and I knew he saw it.The faint redness in my eyes, the slightly trembling jaw, the way my shoulders looked heavier than usual. It was the weight I carried quietly, always the protector, the fixer, the strong one... until the strength cracked.But Owen didn’t speak. He simply stood and walked past me. And as he did, he paused for just a moment, his hand reaching out to rest on my shoulder. A brief squeeze. Silent encouragement. A brother saying, you’re not alone anymore.

(Author’s POV)Aurora was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Alexander’s hand in one and her mother’s in the other. And in that circle of warmth and silent strength, the room felt more like a sanctuary than ever before.A peaceful silence lingered until Alexander shifted slightly against the pillows and looked toward the window.“I want to go outside,” He said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm. Aurora turned to him immediately, concern flashing in her eyes. “Outside? Papa, the weather is still a little chilly. Maybe we can open the windows…”.“I’ve been cooped up in this room since I returned from the hospital. I want to feel the sun. The air. I need to breathe, Aurora” He cut her off with a tired but stubborn smile.She hesitated. Her protective instinct immediately flared, and her hand tightened around his. But just then, the door opened, and the nurse stepped inside. “Ms, is it okay for papa to go out?” Aurora thought to ask the nurse before making any decision.“Yes, it’s

(Author’s POV)The golden hue of sunset poured gently through the windows, casting soft amber tones across the quiet room. The steady rhythm of the monitor filled the space with a calm but heavy presence, syncing with each breath Alexander took, slow, shallow, yet steady.Asher stepped in silently.The nurse, who had been sitting near the couch reading a chart, looked up in surprise. Asher raised a finger to his lips, silently asking her not to speak. She gave a respectful nod, closed the chart, and quietly exited the room, leaving father and son alone.The door clicked shut behind her. Asher stood there for a moment, unmoving, simply looking at the man in the bed. The man who had once carried him on strong shoulders. The man whose voice once boomed through the hal