Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 147 Another day, another sore back for Whitney. She held her lower back and glared at Klein, who looked annoyingly refreshed. 'How is he still so energetic at thirty-four?' she complained. Klein just smiled. "Your stamina is seriously lacking. Maybe you should hit the gym." Whitney rolled her eyes. "If we sleep apart tomorrow, I think I'll be just fine." Klein immediately backpedaled. "Actually, now that I think about it, you work your tail off all day and barely have time to exercise.

How about I give you a nice massage tonight when you get home?" Whitney couldn't help but purse her lips. 'Nice try,' Whitney thought. Yesterday, AetherTech's stock price had plummeted to its lowest allowed point. At first, Samuel thought Klein was trying to warn him. But when the banks kept cutting off his loans and nobody wanted to buy the new bonds, Samuel was left with no way to bounce back. For five days straight, the stock kept tanking, and retail investors started dumping their shares. Samuel was backed into a corner. He called Whitney over and over, but she never picked up.

He showed up at Harris Group again and again, only to be told every time that Klein was still out of town. Samuel stared blankly at the villa alone, feeling like all the life had been sucked out of him. 'Is this really how it ends? Am I really going bankrupt?' Samuel thought, desperate. After April became a witness against Laura, she had long since left Moore Manor. When she left, she took several loyal staff with her. The massive villa was now home to just the old butler. The butler approached cautiously. "Mr.

Moore, there's someone here to see you." Samuel shot to his feet, thinking Whitney had finally come back. Right now, Whitney was the only one who could save the company. If she was willing to forgive him for everything he'd done, he'd be willing to give her another ten percent stake. But what he didn't realize was, with the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, who would even care about those meaningless shares? 'Is there really anything left worth fighting for?' Samuel thought bitterly. "Whit, is that you? Are you finally back?" Samuel called out, his voice trembling with hope.

"Whit, please, help your old man out. Save the company. I'm begging you!" he pleaded, desperation written all over his face. But when Samuel saw it was just some stranger standing outside the villa gates, he looked confused. "Who are you?" he demanded. Taylor said with a sneer, "You don't recognize me?" Samuel thought the man looked familiar, but he was certain they'd never met before. Taylor had the vibe of someone who always called the shots, his gaze piercing and commanding. He seemed a few years older than Samuel.

If Samuel had ever crossed paths with a man like this, he definitely wouldn't have forgotten. 'Why does he seem so familiar?' Samuel wondered, flustered. "My name is Taylor Sherman. I'm Diana's older brother," Taylor said, his voice cold and sharp. Samuel froze. 'Diana's older brother...?' he thought, his mind spinning. 'Didn't Diana say she had no family?' Samuel wondered, disbelief gnawing at him. 'How did her older brother just appear out of nowhere?' Samuel thought, his heart racing. "Surprised, huh?" Eric sneered.

"Let me drop an even bigger bomb on you." "Your company's about to go bankrupt, right? That was all me. How do you like that?" Taylor said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm here to make you pay for what you did to Diana!" Eric declared, his eyes blazing with fury. Samuel's eyes widened in terror as he kept backing away from Taylor. "No, you're mistaken!" "Diana was my wife! She... she was sick, and she died!" Samuel blurted out, his voice shaking uncontrollably. The more Samuel stared at Taylor, the more freaked out he got. 'Damn, they really do look alike.

Diana and this man could be twins!' Samuel thought, his heart pounding. 'Damn... he really is Diana's brother!' Samuel realized, a chill crawling down his spine. Taylor's voice suddenly rose, sharp and furious. "Why did my sister get depressed? You know damn well it was because of you! She caught you cheating, and you spent all your time fooling around with your side piece at work. That's what drove her to an early grave!" "Samuel, bankruptcy? That's just the start! You're nowhere near done suffering.

Every ounce of pain my sister felt, I'll make you pay it back tenfold, a hundredfold!" Taylor spat, his eyes burning with vengeance. "No! I had no idea! It was Laura. She did it! She's in prison now. If you want revenge, go after her! She's the one who tampered with Diana's medication!" Samuel stammered, panic rising in his voice. "Tampered with her meds?" Taylor's eyes flashed with fury. "So she didn't die from illness? You and your mistress swapped out her medication and killed her?" Whitney had just stepped out of the courthouse when she got a call from the hospital.

"Is this Whitney Moore? Is Samuel Moore your father?" Whitney' said with a frown, "Yes." "Your father's had a sudden brain hemorrhage and is in critical condition. Come to the hospital immediately!" 'How did he end up with a brain hemorrhage out of nowhere?' Whitney thought, a little confused. 'Did the company drama finally get to him?' she wondered. Honestly, Whitney didn't feel much of anything. She just headed for the hospital, taking her time. Right then, Klein called. "Are you heading back to the firm? If not, do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" Klein asked.

Whitney interrupted him, "Not tonight. My dad's in the hospital and I need to get over there." "Just tell me which hospital and send me the address. I'll be there in a flash," Klein said, not missing a beat. Whitney and Klein showed up at the hospital one right after the other. Whitney headed straight for the ER. "Are you Samuel Moore's family?" the doctor asked. "Your father's in critical condition and needs emergency surgery. Could you please sign here?" the doctor said, handing her a piece of paper. Even though she hated Samuel, she still put her signature down.

For just a moment, a wicked thought flickered through her mind. 'If only he never woke up from that surgery. she thought. But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. Whitney stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom." 'She must be upset. Maybe she just needs to cool off for a bit,' Klein guessed, "I'll come with you," he said. "No need. Just wait here. I'll be right back," Whitney replied. Whitney splashed cold water on her face, trying to snap herself out of it. She stared at her reflection, feeling like she was looking at a total stranger.

When she came out, she shut down every feeling inside and slipped back into the seat beside Klein outside the OR. "Klein, thanks," she said. Klein pursed his lips, and then decided to be honest. "What happened to your dad's company wasn't all my doing." he confessed. "I just set things in motion, but someone else stepped in after that," he added. Whitney frowned. "Wait, are you saying someone else was out to ruin his company too?" she asked. "Yeah," Klein replied. Klein dropped another bombshell. "I think I know who's behind it." Whitney's eyes narrowed.

"Who?" "The man who gave us that gift at our wedding, Mr. Sherman," Klein said. "Baby, your mom, is also a Sherman," Klein added. Whitney's mind raced. 'He's Mom's family!' Whitney was stunned. "But..." But her mom had clearly written in her diary that she'd stopped talking to her side of the family long ago. Still, Whitney could feel her mom's longing for them between the lines. They hadn't spoken in years. 'Why now? Why are they suddenly showing up after all these years?' Whitney wondered, baffled. Klein gently wrapped his arm around her.

"While you were gone, I asked the butler at your father's place. Turns out, a middle-aged man with the last name Sherman showed up to see your dad this morning." "They had a pretty heated argument, and right after that, your dad got rushed to the hospital," Klein said. Whitney was left reeling. 'So Mom's family really came for payback?' she thought, her thoughts in a whirl. Tears streamed down Whitney's face. She couldn't hold them back anymore. 'See, Mom, there are still people out there who remember you,' Whitney thought, feeling emotional.

Taylor cast a look at Whitney waiting outside the OR and muttered a curse to himself. 'That old bastard, making his niece come here just to sign his damn papers!' he grumbled. 'He better die on that operating table!' he thought, full of spite. He almost walked over to tell Whitney he was her uncle, but the thought of her blaming him for vanishing all these years made him hesitate. He felt a tangled mess of hope and anxiety. He somehow wanted to finally meet her, but he was terrified of how she'd react.

After hesitating outside the hospital for a while, Taylor finally got in his car and ended up driving to his sister's grave. "Diana, your big bro's here to have your back now!" Taylor murmured, his voice thick with emotion. AD Comment Send gift No Ads Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.