All Chapters of Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Miles away from the mess Layla was stuck in, the city Elias was in felt just as heavy. No peace. No calm. Just tall glass towers stabbing the sky, catching the last dying orange of the evening sun. The streets below hummed with money—quiet money, sharp money, the kind that never shouts but always wins. Up on the top floor of one of those towers, Elias stood all alone in a huge conference room. The meeting had just ended and people had left fast. Chairs were still pushed back while papers and half-full glasses of water were sweating on the table. The air still smelled like stress and expensive cologne but Elias didn’t see any of that. His eyes were glued to his phone. Layla’s texts sat there like stones in his chest. I’m grounded. They know. His jaw locked tight while a muscle jumped under the skin. He let out a slow, shaky breath and leaned back against the edge of the long table. His fingers gripped the wood so hard his knuckles turned white. This wasn’t like him.

Gasps filled the space immediately. Mrs. Carter stumbled slightly as her hand flew to her cheeks with pure shock written over her face. Her eyes widened as she stared at him while the room fell into complete silence. No one moved or spoke because no one had expected that. Not from him,not here and not like this. Mrs. Carter’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “…what was that for?” Ross’s chest rose and fell heavily. His eyes burned with something dangerous. “You’ve done enough.” The words were low but filled with accusation. Her brows pulled together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, you do,” he snapped. Her heart skipped. “What happened?” she demanded, her voice rising slightly now, defensive. Ross laughed bitterly. “What happened?” He stepped closer. “You went to that girl’s house right?” Mrs. Carter froze.Just for a second but he saw it and that was enough. “You thought I wouldn’t find out?” he continued. “You thought you coul

The city outside Elias's hotel room was already alive. Cars were moving,people rushing and deals being made but inside—Everything felt still.Elias stood by the window with one hand in his pocket, the other resting loosely by his side.His gaze was distant. Not on the view,not in the morning but somewhere else entirely.Layla.Her face.Her voice.The way she had looked at him.He could already imagine her losing her spark over everything that has happened.His jaw tightened slightly because this situation wasn’t simple anymore. It wasn’t just about wanting her.It was about keeping her and that meant dealing with everything around her.Everything trying to take her away.Everything that thought it had a right to decide for her. Just then a knock came at the door. Elias didn’t turn.“Come in.”Marcus stepped inside calmly,already knowing the weight of the situation without needing to ask.“Board meeting in thirty minutes,” Marcus said.Elias didn’t respond immediately.Then—“C

Dawn had already begun to bleed into the sky by the time Elias stepped out of Ross Holdings.The city was quiet in that strange, suspended way—where the night hadn’t fully let go, but the day was already claiming its space. Cool air,empty streets,a faint glow stretching across the horizon.Elias adjusted his cufflinks as he walked toward the waiting car, Marcus already by the door, holding it open.He got into the backseat, his expression unreadable, his mind still somewhere inside that boardroom.Inside that war.Marcus closed the door and slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine.The car pulled away smoothly.For a few seconds, silence filled the space.Then—Elias leaned back, exhaling slowly.Not tired or relieved,just… momentarily still.His hand moved almost instinctively toward his phone.He paused for a second because for the first time since everything began—since the shares, the takeover, the confrontation—His thoughts weren’t on Ross. They weren’t in the company. T

The silence between Layla and her mother hadn’t fully settled when the front door opened.A familiar sound of heels against the floor and a tired exhale.“Mom?” Nadia’s voice floated in from the hallway.Layla’s shoulders stiffened slightly.Her mother turned her head just as Nadia stepped into the dining area, shrugging off her bag, her expression softening the moment she saw them both seated.“Oh… you’re both here,” Nadia said, a small smile forming. “Good evening.”“Evening,” her mother replied.Layla forced a faint smile. “Hi.”Nadia walked closer, her gaze flicking between them—sharp, observant. She immediately picked up on the tension and quietness. Something had already been discussed.“What did I miss?” she asked lightly, pulling out a chair and sitting beside Layla.Their mother didn’t answer immediately.Instead, she studied Nadia for a moment.Then she spoke.“You knew.”Nadia froze slightly.Her fingers paused mid-motion as she reached for a slice of fruit.“…Mom,” she st