Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

The hospital waiting room smelled like antiseptic and fear. Bright white lights buzzed overhead, too harsh, too cold.Layla sat on the hard plastic chair, her clothes still stained with her mother’s, her father's and sister’s blood.Her hands were red and sticky. She hadn’t washed them.She couldn’t because washing it away would make it feel too real.Nadia was in surgery,in critical condition.Gunshot to the abdomen.The doctors had rushed her in the moment they arrived.Now Layla waited and Chloe sat beside her, still shaking, her hands wrapped in borrowed hospital towels.Both girls stared at the double doors that led to the operating room.Layla’s eyes were swollen and red from crying.She rocked slowly in her seat, arms wrapped around herself.Every few seconds a new sob would escape, quiet and broken.“Mom… Dad…you have to send Nadia back please” she whispered to no one. “Nadia… please…”The pain in her chest felt like someone had ripped her heart out and left a hole.She kept s

The house smelled like her mom’s cooking — warm soup and fresh bread.Sunlight poured through the windows.Her mom was in the kitchen, humming softly, stirring a pot.She turned and smiled when she saw Layla.“Baby, you’re home early,” her mom said, wiping her hands on her apron.“Come here,” her mother gestured as she opened her arms and Layla ran to her and hugged her tight. Layla blinked.“…Mom?” Her voice trembled but her mother looked… alive and healthy.“Mom… I missed you so much.”Her mom laughed softly and stroked her hair.“I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”Then her dad walked in from the study.He looked younger, less stressed, the way he used to.He ruffled Layla’s hair like she was still a little girl.“Still causing trouble, kiddo?” he teased.Layla laughed and hugged him too.“Dad…I.” Layla tried to say something but then she saw Nadia leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smirking.“What?” Nadia teased. “Why are you looking at us like that?”Layla’s chest

As his phone rang,the screen lit up with Marcus’s name.Elias glanced at Layla. She was still asleep, her face peaceful for the moment and he wouldn’t want to wake her.He gently lifted his hand from hers, stood up quietly, and walked toward the door.He silenced the phone before it could ring again and slipped out into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him.The hallway was quieter now, the night shift lights low and calm with few chairs lined at the wall.Chloe was sitting there with her mom and Elgin. They had been talking in low voices, trying to process everything they had just learned but when they saw Elias step out, they straightened up immediately.Chloe and her mom sat taller while Elgin shifted in his seat, looking nervous.They all felt the same chill from earlier — that cold, powerful presence.Chloe’s eyes flickered up first as her body stiffened slightly.Her mother followed,then Elgin.They didn’t speak or move. They just watched him move farther from the ward

“Oldie. I’m sorry.” The words slipped out of Layla’s mouth suddenly, raw and heavy, breaking the quiet tension in the hospital ward.Elias paused, the spoon of warm soup hovering near her lips. He looked at her for a long moment, his dark eyes searching her face. There was exhaustion in his gaze, deep guilt, and something softer — love that refused to leave even after she had pushed him away so violently the night before.He didn’t respond to her apology right away. Instead, he gently brought the spoon to her mouth.“Eat first,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. “You need strength.”Layla hesitated, then opened her mouth and accepted the food. She ate slowly, spoonful after spoonful, while Elias fed her with careful patience. The soup was warm and light, easy on her empty stomach. She finished every bite he offered — the soft bread, the cut fruits, the juice. She ate without speaking with her eyes mostly downcast. The dark cloud that had settled in her heart the night before

The words hung between them like a promise and a threat at the same time.Layla didn’t ask any more questions. She simply turned her face toward the window again, but something new flickered in her cold eyes.Anticipation.The car continued driving through the city, heading toward the outskirts where the warehouse waited — the place where the men who had destroyed her family were being held.Elias watched her silently. He knew what was coming and he was ready to let her decide how far they would go.The black car glided through the city streets, moving away from the familiar neighborhoods and into the industrial outskirts. The sun had already begun its slow descent, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples that bled into the horizon. Inside the vehicle, silence hung heavy between Layla and Elias.Layla sat by the window, her forehead occasionally resting against the cool glass. The world outside blurred past — abandoned factories, rusted fences, empty lots overgrown with weeds. S