Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 14

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 14**

The words struck Jordyn like a sharp blade, slicing through the last remnants of hope that had clung to her heart. In that moment, the weight of despair crashed down upon her, and she crumpled to the cold, unforgiving floor. The bodyguards, their expressions unreadable, moved swiftly to drag her away, as if she were nothing more than a discarded doll.

Meanwhile, in the sterile confines of the hospital’s emergency room, Clark stood vigil outside the operating room, his face a mask of worry. Time ticked away painfully as he waited, each second stretching into an eternity. Jordyn had been inside for what felt like an eternity—half an hour—and still, there was no sign of the doctor. Anxiety coiled tightly in his chest, and he could feel his heart pounding like a war drum.

Finally, the door swung open, and a middle-aged doctor in a crisp white coat stepped out, his expression grave. He peeled off his mask and directed his gaze toward Clark. “Mr. Summer, I regret to inform you that we cannot proceed with the abortion for this woman.”

Clark’s brow furrowed deeply, confusion mingling with frustration. “What do you mean?” he demanded, his voice laced with disbelief.

The doctor took a steadying breath, his tone serious. “Upon examination, it has become evident that this woman’s uterine wall is unusually weak. Attempting a forced abortion could lead to severe bleeding, potentially endangering her life,” he explained, his words heavy with the weight of medical ethics. “We cannot take that risk.”

A storm of anger brewed within Clark, darkening his features further. “I want a different doctor. I demand the best available,” he insisted, his voice rising slightly.

“Mr. Summer, this is not an issue of skill. It’s a matter of the patient’s physical condition. No responsible physician would undertake surgery under these circumstances,” the doctor replied firmly, his resolve unshaken.

Fury bubbled beneath Clark’s skin, but he recognized the futility of causing a scene in the hospital. With a clenched jaw, he stepped aside and dialed his staff. “Get in touch with the finest private clinic in Los Angeles at once. I want a doctor here immediately.”

The response from his staff was swift. “Sir, I’ve reached out to three private clinics. Each one has declined to perform the abortion after reviewing the medical reports. Additionally, we just received a call from Mrs. Summer.”

Clark’s grip on the phone tightened, his heart racing. “What did my mother say?” he asked, a sense of dread creeping in.

“She has requested an immediate briefing. I’ve already forwarded her the medical reports,” came the reply.

Less than ten minutes later, Clark’s phone buzzed insistently.

“Clark, you need to halt everything you’re doing right now!” his mother, Cindy, erupted, her voice sharp and filled with urgency. “The doctor has stated that the surgery poses a life-threatening risk, and you’re still considering it?”

“Mom, I can handle this,” Clark replied, his tone icy.

“No!” Cindy’s voice grew even more resolute. “I’ve thought this through. If this child is meant to be, let him come into the world. Bring Jordyn home immediately and ensure she is well cared for.”

The weekend passed without a visit from Clark to Nyla. Instead, Nyla found a surprising sense of calm enveloping her. She turned her focus inward, immersing herself in her work materials. She meticulously organized her R&D ideas, preparing herself for the challenges of the upcoming week.

Hours melted away as she delved into research papers, her fingers dancing across the pages as she took detailed notes on experimental procedures. For the first time in years, a sense of purpose ignited within her, filling her with a renewed sense of direction.

On Monday morning, precisely at 8 a.m., Nyla stepped into Park Pharmaceuticals, her demeanor radiating confidence. As she entered the R&D department, the sharp click of high heels echoed ominously behind her.

Genevieve stormed into the room, her expression fierce, a folder clutched tightly in her hand.

The atmosphere shifted palpably as the entire R&D team sensed her fury. Work came to a standstill as anxious eyes turned toward her, brimming with apprehension.

Genevieve’s gaze zeroed in on Lucia, who was busy preparing lab equipment. “Lucia, come with me to my office!” she commanded, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

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