Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 157 Lena couldn't help feeling a bit reluctant when she found out Whitney was going abroad. "Whit, you better come back soon," Lena called out. Whitney reassured her, "Don't worry. I'm only going for a few days. I won't miss your wedding." As luck would have it, the day Whitney and the others headed to the airport was also the day Carter planned to visit Emily. The two of them bumped into each other at the airport. Carter looked a bit awkward, but Klein was as calm as ever.

"Carter, off to see Emily?" Carter pressed his lips tightly and said, "Yeah, Uncle Klein." He snuck a glance at the woman beside Klein, but Whitney didn't even spare him a look. She just kept her eyes glued to her phone. Carter couldn't hide his disappointment. After months of feeling let down, he felt overwhelmed. "Uncle Klein, are you guys going abroad too?" Carter asked. 'Wait, is this their honeymoon?' Carter wondered. Of course, Klein wasn't about to tell the rest of the Harris family about Whitney tracking down her uncle. There was no need to bring it up.

He'd only mentioned it in passing to his father. "Yeah, just going on a trip," Klein replied. Carter forced a smile, realizing there was nothing more he could ask. "Well, have fun. I'm gonna head to my gate." he said. Once Carter was out of sight, Whitney finally slipped her phone into her pocket, breathing a sigh of relief. Klein watched her, clearly satisfied with how she'd handled things. He said with a smile, "Feeling tired? We're about to board. You can get some rest on the plane." Eric had already gone ahead two days earlier to get things ready, so today it was just Klein and Whitney.

Whitney smiled. "Not really tired, just a bit anxious," she admitted, glancing at Klein. 'I can't help feeling nervous about seeing my mother's family,' Whitney thought. Whitney had never really felt any real affection from her family, other than her grandmother. Everyone else just felt distant. Chapter 157 'Can blood ties really overcome everything?' Whitney wondered. But all she'd ever got from Samuel was scheming and manipulation. Every bit of kindness he showed her was always for his own gain.

55 vouchers What really got to her was that the person suffocating her with this kind of fake love was her own father. She just wanted to run away from it all. When Laura told her that her grandma knew everything, it all suddenly made sense to her. 'No mother could ever really hate her own son, Whitney thought to herself. But no matter what, her grandma had always protected her with real love. She knew exactly who truly cared about her and who was just pretending. After sleeping almost the entire flight, Whitney walked off the plane, half-held by Klein.

At the arrival gate, her second uncle Hugh was waiting with a big sign, and Whitney spotted him right away. Even though Hugh had never met his niece before, he recognized her at a glance! "Whit! Over here!" Hugh called out, waving his sign. Whitney couldn't help but smile. "Hello, Uncle Hugh!" she greeted. "Taylor's busy today, so I came to pick you up instead. Let's get you home first," Hugh said, grinning. Whitney and Klein hopped into the car. Whitney turned to ask, "Uncle Hugh, is Grandpa at the hospital or at home?" Hugh sighed. "He's at the hospital.

With his health condition, that's really the only place he can be. Don't worry. Your Uncle Taylor's wife is with him." he said. Hugh looked a lot younger than Taylor. Honestly, he didn't seem nearly as standoffish as Whitney's mom had described in her old diary. What Whitney didn't know was that Hugh almost never smiled at his own son. His hospitality today was seriously out of character. "Well, is this your husband, Whit?" Hugh asked, giving Klein a curious look. Klein, thirty-four, gave Hugh, who was forty-three, a quick once-over. Hugh smirked, 'Ha, just as I thought.

He's a lot older than Whit.' 'I wonder if he's even healthy,' Hugh mused, sizing Klein up. Whitney didn't catch the silent standoff between the two men. She was too focused on her grandpa's condition to notice that. "Uncle Hugh, when can we go see Grandpa at the hospital?" Whitney asked, her voice full of concern. Hugh shook his head and said, "No rush. Let's head home first and have a family meal. After you've eaten and rested a bit, we'll go." "Looks like you'll have to play the part of your mom for a while, Whit," Hugh said with a wry smile.

Whitney noticed the look on Hugh's face when he mentioned her mom, and it made her feel a little emotional. She asked curiously, "Uncle Hugh, are you... married?" Klein raised his eyebrows, thinking, 'Come on, he's in his forties. There's no way he's still single, right?" Hugh paused, and said simply, "I'm divorced." Whitney nodded, a little embarrassed. "Sorry, Uncle Hugh." she said. "It's okay. It's just divorce. Who hasn't been through it these days?" Hugh shrugged it off. Klein smirked. "Sorry, Uncle Hugh, can't relate. Never been divorced, and I don't think I ever will.

I'm sticking with Whit for life." he said. Hugh was speechless. 'Did anyone ask you? Man, Whit's husband is seriously a pain,' Hugh thought to himself. ***** Today, everyone from the Sherman family was gathered together. Whitney realized there actually weren't that many people there. Everyone was present except for Taylor's wife, who was still at the hospital. Her older male cousins were all there. Whitney was surprised to find she was the only girl among the younger generation. Everyone in the Sherman family treated Whitney with so much warmth and care.

For the first time, she really felt what true family was like. Whitney hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to let everyone know just how much her mom had missed her family. She handed her mom's diary over to Taylor and Hugh. Taylor and Hugh were bawling their eyes out, clutching the diary as tears streamed down their faces. Whitney felt her heart clench at the sight. "It's all my fault. I wasn't good enough," Taylor choked out, voice thick with regret. "Yeah, we really let everyone down," Hugh echoed, his voice trembling.

Hugh asked, "Taylor, did that bastard finally kick the bucket?" Taylor gave a little cough, reminding Hugh that Samuel was Whitney's biological father after all. Hugh pursed his lips, trying his best not to curse. Whitney smiled faintly. "He's in the hospital. Might as well be half-dead." she said. But Hugh still couldn't help feeling unsatisfied. He clenched his fists and said with a sigh, "Guess he finally got what was coming to him." "Whit, this dress was your mom's from when she was in school, twenty years ago. It should be about your size.

Maybe you could wear it when you visit your grandpa," he said, handing her the dress. Whitney took the blue floral dress, and couldn't help tearing up a little. "Okay," she said softly. She found herself missing her mom, too. While she was changing, Taylor and Hugh kept exchanging glances, with their eyes locked critically on Klein in his sharp suit. No matter how they looked at him, they just couldn't bring themselves to like him. 'Why does he have to be so hard to accept?' both of them thought. When Whitney stepped out, her bright eyes and radiant smile lit up the room.

Her long hair was swept up, showing off her delicate earlobes. Her big eyes shimmered with emotion, making her look every bit an eighteen-year-old girl. For a moment, Taylor and Hugh were both stunned, completely at a loss for words. Taylor's eyes grew misty as he rubbed them. "Whit, you look so much like your mother." he sounded emotional. Klein had never met Whitney's mother, so he had no clue who she was supposed to look like. But right then, his eyes lit up. He couldn't take his eyes off her. To Klein, Whitney wasn't like anyone else. She was simply the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Whitney walked over and stood beside Klein. "Do I look okay?" she asked. Klein swallowed, his voice a little rough, "You look beautiful." Taylor and Hugh were speechless. "Let's head out, Whit. Klein, maybe you should just chill at the villa today," Hugh suggested. Klein reached out and grabbed Whitney's hand without a second thought. "I'm coming with her." Спартет 137 "Where my wife goes, I go," he said, sounding like he wouldn't take no for an answer. 55 vouchers Whitney stood next to Klein, both of them stunners. Still, when they were side by side, one could totally see the age difference.

"Man, what a pity. If you'd found Whit earlier, she wouldn't have had to go through all that," Hugh sighed. "She really did have it rough." Taylor sighed. Klein's face darkened as he watched them openly teasing him right to his face. Whitney said with an awkward smile, "It's just that I'm younger. Don't take it personally." Klein didn't feel any better. "Wait, am I really that old?" 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.