Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 154

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 154**

“Alright, I’ll take you there,” Spencer said, his voice filled with a hint of eagerness.

“No need for that. I drove myself,” Nyla replied, her tone firm as she shook her head, determined to assert her independence.

Less than thirty minutes later, Nyla pulled into the hospital parking lot, her heart racing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. As she stepped into the sterile environment of the hospital, she felt a wave of relief wash over her when she caught sight of Valarie, who had truly awakened from her slumber. A deep sigh escaped her lips, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a testament to the worry that had plagued her for days.

However, the moment Phoebe laid eyes on her, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Phoebe’s expression darkened, her lips tightening into a thin line. “Ms. Jayston, you’re not welcome here,” she declared, her voice sharp and filled with disdain.

Valarie, still groggy but aware, frowned as she turned her gaze toward her mother. “Mom, what are you doing?” she asked, confusion lacing her words.

Phoebe scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt. “If it weren’t for her birthday, you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation,” she snapped, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

Valarie’s brows knitted together in frustration. “These two things have nothing to do with each other,” she shot back defiantly. “Just because I had an accident on my way to dinner doesn’t mean it’s my fault for going to that restaurant.”

“Regardless, I don’t want you having any more contact with her,” Phoebe insisted, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Valarie’s eyes flared with indignation. “Whether or not I choose to remain friends with someone is none of your business!” she asserted, her voice steady despite the tension.

“You!” Phoebe’s anger reached a boiling point, her face paling as she struggled to contain her fury. Without warning, she slammed the bowl she had been holding onto the table, the sound echoing through the room like a thunderclap. “Fine! You’re all grown up now, and I can’t control you. I’m leaving!”

As Phoebe rose to storm out, Nyla quickly interjected, her voice calm yet firm. “Mrs. Weir, I only came to check if Valarie was really awake. You don’t have to leave. I’ll go now.”

Turning her attention back to Valarie, Nyla added softly, “Valarie, I promise I’ll come see you another day.”

“Nyla—” Valarie began, but before she could finish her thought, Nyla had already turned and exited the room, leaving behind a sense of unresolved tension.

Valarie glared at her mother, disappointment etched across her features. “Are you happy now?” she asked, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Phoebe pursed her lips, refusing to meet her daughter’s gaze. “I just don’t like her. You should stay away from her,” she stated, her conviction unwavering.

Realizing that her mother’s mind was made up, Valarie chose to ignore her, focusing instead on the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

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