Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 196

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

The corridor enveloped them in an eerie stillness, so profound that even the softest sound—a needle dropping, perhaps—would have echoed like thunder. Time felt irrelevant here; seconds stretched into infinity as they waited, each heartbeat amplifying the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.

At long last, the emergency room door creaked open, breaking the silence.

Cindy surged forward, urgency propelling her feet as she sought the doctor. “Doctor, how is my son?” Her voice trembled, caught between hope and dread.

The doctor’s expression was grave, his words heavy with the weight of reality. “There’s no immediate danger to his life, but…” He hesitated, the next part of his sentence hanging in the air like a dark cloud. “He may never be able to walk again. Please prepare yourself for that possibility.”

“What?” The word barely escaped Cindy’s lips, a whisper of disbelief that quickly morphed into a gasp of fear. She staggered back, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of his words. Grabbing the doctor’s hand, she pleaded, “Doctor, he’s my only son. You have to save him!”

Her heart pounded in her chest, thoughts spiraling into a frantic chaos. If Clark were to lose his mobility, his dreams—and hers—would shatter. The Sumner Group, a legacy built through generations, would slip from his grasp. Richard would never pass the reins to someone who couldn’t even walk.

With a firm shake of his head, the doctor gently but resolutely pushed her hand away. “I’ve done all I can. The patient will be moved to a regular ward soon. You can visit him there.” His voice was calm, but it felt like a finality that struck her like a blow.

Cindy’s eyes narrowed as she turned, her fury igniting like a flame. She spotted Nyla standing there, seemingly untouched by the chaos. “Nyla, you wretched woman! You’ve done this to my son. I won’t let you get away with it!” She charged forward, rage fueling her every step.

But before she could reach Nyla, Damon intervened, positioning himself as a barrier between them. “Cindy, wait!” he urged, his voice steady yet firm. His protective stance was unwavering, shielding Nyla from her wrath.

In her frenzied state, Cindy lashed out, her hand swinging toward Damon in a desperate attempt to break through.

Cyrus, witnessing the scene unfold, paled at the sight. He quickly seized her arm, his grip firm. “Are you out of your mind?” he exclaimed, a mix of concern and disbelief coloring his tone.

Cindy shook him off, her eyes ablaze with anguish and fury. “Yes, I’m mad! My son is crippled, and I can’t even express my frustration? It’s all Nyla’s fault! I should never have allowed her to marry Clark. I regret it so much!” Her voice cracked, the weight of her emotions crashing down upon her like a tidal wave.

Overwhelmed, she crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wept uncontrollably. Her sobs echoed in the sterile corridor, each cry a testament to her pain. Clark was her only child, her last flicker of hope for the future. The thought of him being permanently disabled felt like a wound too deep to bear, a pain more excruciating than death itself.

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