All Chapters of My ex uncle Is my Destiny : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The next morning, when I arrived at the Terry Group, I immediately realized that something had changed.The atmosphere was heavy.Usually, the employees exchanged a few jokes before starting their day. Some of them even laughed together over coffee.But that morning, things were different.People were speaking in hushed voices. Several employees even avoided making eye contact with one another.As if everyone was waiting for a problem to erupt.I was putting Clark’s planner away when Daniel discreetly approached my desk.The seriousness on his face immediately caught my attention.— Mr. Terry is waiting for you.I closed the planner and stood up without asking any questions.---When I entered his office, several files were spread open across his desk.Clark was sitting in front of his computer, completely focused.His fingers rested on the keyboard, but he no longer seemed to be looking at the screen.He was thinking.— Good morning, sir.He looked up at me for a few seconds.— Good

Clark’s office was filled with suffocating silence.No one dared to speak.Victor Delacroix’s words still echoed in Richard Coleman’s mind, like a sound he couldn’t silence.— The time has come to make Marie Rose disappear... forever.A shiver ran down Richard’s spine. His throat tightened.Even after everything they had done, he had never imagined Victor would go this far.— Sir... — he whispered hesitantly. — T-this wasn’t what we agreed on.On the other end of the line, Victor showed no emotion.— Are you starting to regret what you’ve done?Richard parted his lips, but no words came out.— No... it’s not that, but...— It’s already too late to turn back.The call ended immediately.Richard remained motionless, the phone still pressed against his ear.The screen slowly went dark between his fingers.All the color had drained from his face.At that moment, he understood a terrible truth: Victor wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice anyone to save his own skin.Even him.---At the Terry Gr

Silence fell over the library once again.A heavy silence that made even breathing feel difficult.Clark immediately walked over to me. His eyes swept over my still-pale face before settling on the phone I was still clutching in my hands.He had realized just how deeply that call had shaken me.— What exactly did she tell you?His voice was calm and controlled, but I could feel the tension he was trying to hide behind every word.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my frantic heartbeat.— She only said…My voice faltered for a moment.I could still remember the confidence in Vanessa’s voice, as if she knew something we didn’t.— That tomorrow, someone was going to die.I felt my throat tighten.— After that, she hung up.Clark held out his hand.— Give me your phone.I didn’t argue.I handed it to him immediately.He studied the screen for a few seconds, memorizing the number before sending it to Daniel.His expression changed, becoming more serious.— Have them trace it. Now.— Yes,

“Red alert!”Within a fraction of a second, security agents flooded the building’s stairs.Orders were shouted from every direction. The journalists continued filming despite the chaos, while the police tried to control the crowd gathering in front of the entrance.Clark could no longer hear anything.Everything around him seemed to have disappeared.Kneeling on the steps, he held me in his arms, one hand pressed firmly against my wound. Despite the pressure, blood continued to seep between his fingers.“Marie Rose… look at me…”His voice trembled.“Can you hear me?”I tried to open my eyes.The entire world seemed covered in a thick fog.I could only make out his face, so close to mine.His features were tense, and his eyes reflected a fear I had never seen in him before.Clark Terry…The man who had always been in control.And yet, a tear slowly rolled down his cheek.“The ambulance is here!” Daniel shouted as he ran toward us.Clark shook his head without taking his eyes off my fac

The next morning, soft light filtered through the curtains of the hospital room.The room was quiet, broken only by the steady beep of the heart monitor repeating the same sound over and over.Clark was still sitting in the chair beside the bed.He hadn't moved all night.Ever since Marie Rose had been taken into the operating room, he had stayed there, unable to leave. He had tried to close his eyes for a few minutes, but worry wouldn't let him rest. Every sound, every footstep in the hallway made him immediately lift his head.For hours, he had watched her sleeping face, as if he were afraid that something might happen to her the moment he looked away.Then, suddenly...Marie Rose's fingers moved slightly.Clark immediately straightened, his heart pounding.— Marie Rose...His voice was low, almost a whisper.The young woman's eyelids trembled before slowly opening.At first, the light seemed too bright. She blinked several times, still confused, until she could finally make out a f