Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 144

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

**Chapter 144**

Nyla dashed toward Valarie, her heart pounding in her chest like a frantic drum. In her rush, her foot caught on an uneven patch of ground, sending her sprawling beside her friend.

Valarie lay motionless, her eyes shut tight against the harsh reality surrounding her. Her clothing was torn and tattered, whispering tales of a struggle, and the distinct outlines of handprints marred her face, a haunting reminder of the violence that had transpired.

Panic surged through Nyla as she took in the gruesome sight of blood pooling beneath Valarie’s still body. It was as if time suspended itself, and the world around her faded into a blur. In that moment of sheer terror, Nyla’s mind raced, and she finally remembered the urgency of the situation. Her fingers trembled violently as she fished out her phone, dialing the emergency number repeatedly, her mind a jumbled mess until she finally managed to connect.

With a quivering voice, she relayed the distressing news, her throat tight as she struggled to articulate the address. Each word felt like a weight pressing down on her chest.

After the call ended, a chilling hesitation gripped Nyla. She was paralyzed, unable to move closer to Valarie, her body wracked with uncontrollable tremors while tears streamed down her cheeks like a relentless rain. The thought that Valarie had come here to celebrate her birthday filled her with a suffocating guilt. If anything happened to her friend, Nyla knew she would never forgive herself.

Nearby, a sleek black Maybach came to a halt at a red light. Inside, Spencer’s curiosity was piqued as he noticed the gathering crowd around the hotel. His brows furrowed in concern. “Mr. Sumner, the person at the center of that crowd seems to be Ms. Jayston—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the unmistakable sound of a car door opening interrupted him.

Spencer turned in surprise, his eyes widening as he spotted Damon striding purposefully across the street, his expression a mix of determination and urgency.

For Nyla, time stretched on endlessly, each second feeling like an eternity. With every heartbeat, it felt as though Valarie’s breaths were becoming more shallow, more distant. Lost in her thoughts, she found herself transported back six years to a traumatic moment when Harrison Pharmaceuticals crumbled, and Harrison had coughed up blood, collapsing right before her eyes.

The ringing in her ears intensified, drowning out the world around her. She instinctively covered her ears, her face drained of color, as if all the warmth had been sucked out of her very being.

“Nyla… Nyla!” A deep, commanding voice broke through the fog of her despair, pulling her back from the brink of darkness.

Slowly, she looked up, her gaze sharpening as it landed on Damon. In an instant, she reached for his hand, gripping it tightly as though he were her only anchor in this storm.

“M-Mr. Sumner, p-please, can you help me? Valarie fell from the building. I-I called for an ambulance, but it’s taking forever, and they still haven’t come…” Her words tumbled out in a frantic rush, each syllable laced with desperation.