Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 135

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 135**

The phone remained eerily quiet for a handful of seconds, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them, until Jordyn’s voice finally broke through, trembling and laced with unshed tears. “I know, but I don’t know who else to turn to… I’m so sorry… I’ll figure it out on my own and I promise I won’t bother you anymore…”

With those words, Jordyn ended the call, leaving Clark in a state of turmoil.

His brow furrowed deeply, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. He had always admired Jordyn’s gentle spirit and her ability to understand others, but the thought of becoming entangled with her family was overwhelming. If he stepped into this mess now, he knew he would become their go-to solution for every future crisis. He wasn’t running a charity, after all; he had his own life to manage.

Yet, a nagging thought lingered in the back of his mind—she was still carrying his child. That fact weighed heavily on him, pulling at his conscience. Perhaps he owed it to her, to at least lend a hand in this moment of need.

After a moment of internal conflict, Clark sighed heavily, resigned to the situation. He slipped on his suit jacket, the fabric feeling heavier than usual, and made his way out the door.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Nyla had just stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to her skin, when she heard the unmistakable roar of a car engine starting outside. She paused mid-motion, her heart racing slightly as she moved toward the window. Peering through the glass, she caught sight of Clark’s car as it pulled away, the taillights fading into the night.

With a sense of unease settling in her chest, she turned back, drying her hair with quick, distracted movements. She went through her skincare routine almost mechanically, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t quite grasp, before finally slipping into bed, the sheets cool against her skin.

When Clark arrived at the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, and he quickly spotted Jordyn sitting outside the operating room. She was visibly shaking, her body trembling uncontrollably as she clutched her knees to her chest. Next to her sat a middle-aged woman, her face a canvas of worry, streaks of gray in her hair telling tales of sleepless nights and hard-earned wisdom.

Clark approached, his voice colder than he intended, “What’s going on?”

Jordyn looked up at him, her eyes red and filled with tears that threatened to spill over. Without thinking, she threw herself into his arms, her body shaking with fear. “Clark… my dad… he had an accident while bringing me something… The doctors say it’s really serious… I’m so scared…”

Clark frowned, instinctively patting her back in a feeble attempt to provide comfort. “Calm down. Let’s just wait until the surgery is over. We’ll get through this together.”

Just then, an angry voice sliced through the tension like a knife. “What are you doing?!”

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