Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 158 Klein's presence was so commanding that people often forgot he was only thirty-four. That distant look on his face made him seem older than he really was, but calling him old would be way off. Whitney had seen him at his most shameless. Honestly, under all that grown-up vibe, he was just a kid at heart. But only Whitney had seen this side of him. "You're not old," Whitney said, gently comforting him. Klein nodded and said, "Yeah, your uncles clearly need their eyes checked.

Don't go picking up their bad habits." ***** Whitney had been feeling pretty gloomy about heading to the hospital to visit her grandpa. But with just a few words, Klein managed to lift her spirits and clear away the heaviness she'd been carrying. But the moment Whitney saw her grandpa lying there, tubes everywhere, the heaviness she'd just shaken off came rushing back. Whitney's big eyes welled up with tears. Nothing in this world felt more powerless than watching the people one loved grow old, get sick, and slip away. "Whit, don't be sad.

Your grandpa's biggest wish is just to see your mother one last time. I know this is tough on you. But when he's in heaven, I'm sure he'll understand how much you cared," Taylor said softly. Whit swallowed the lump in her throat and said, "Alright, Uncle Taylor. I'm going in." Klein stepped forward and said, "Let me come with you." Whitney shook her head and said, "I need to go in by myself first. You can come in later." Taylor's wife had been staying by her grandma's side in the ward. When she saw Whitney walk in, for a moment, she almost thought Yvonne had come back.

"You really look like her," she murmured. Whitney nodded, flashed them a gentle smile, and quietly closed the door behind her. Whitney sat down by the bedside, gently taking her grandpa's wrinkled hand. Channeling her mother, she softly said, "Hey, Dad, I'm home." The old man, who had been lost in sleep, slowly fluttered his eyes open. Though exhaustion weighed heavy on him, a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes. His breath misted the oxygen mask as he whispered, "Diana... is it really you?" "Dad, don't you remember me?" Whitney said softly, pretending to be her mother, her voice trembling.

Tears streamed down the old man's face, and Whitney couldn't help but cry along with him. "Don't cry, Dad. I'm sorry I'm late. Please get well soon, okay? I really miss you," Whitney whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Whitney bent down and softly repeated all the words of longing her mother had written in her diary, whispering them right in her grandpa's car. The old man's shoulders trembled. "Okay... okay. Diana, my sweet girl. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." He was so weak that he could only get a few words out at a time.

Just to comfort him, Whitney only talked about the happy days, leaving out all the pain her mom had gone through. "Dad, your granddaughter's name is Whitney. Next time, I'll bring Whit to see you, okay?" Whitney said softly, still playing the part of her mother. The old man forced a faint smile and said, "That's... a good name." Whitney gestured for Klein to come in, and he stepped inside. With a subtle smile, Klein slipped his arm around Whitney's shoulders. "Sorry I'm late, Dad." Her grandpa looked at Whitney's face, and then at the way his daughter and Klein together, so close and caring.

He finally felt at peace. Finally, he could breathe easy, like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest. The old man needed plenty of rest, and visiting hours were limited. So after about an hour, they stepped out of the ward together. Whitney's heart felt heavier than ever. She knew her grandpa's time was running out. Taylor tried to comfort her, "Don't be sad, Whit. You've made his biggest wish come true." Whitney said with a bittersweet smile, "I hope so." Klein had planned to take Whitney to a hotel, but Taylor insisted they stay at his place, so they ended up in the guest room.

Whitney rested her head in the crook of Klein's arm. "Klein, am I really that hopeless?" she asked. 'Will I ever be as unshakable as Klein?' Whitney wondered. Klein replied with a smile, "Of course not." "If you're feeling down, just let it out and cry. I'll be here to wipe your nose for you," he said, teasing gently. Whitney didn't know what to say. 'He's such a buzzkill, Whitney thought. Whitney fell silent, lost in thought. 'Maybe a year isn't enough. Maybe in five or ten years, I'll be like Klein, calm and unbothered, not letting these feelings mess with me anymore,' she told herself.

Klein gently ran his fingers through her hair. 'Silly girl, I have my own ups and downs too, he thought. He was not always unshakable, no matter what life threw at him. Especially when it comes to her, she was the one thing that could always shake him. Just before sunrise the next morning, the hospital called. Her grandpa passed away. Whitney dressed in black. Even though she'd tried to prepare herself, it all happened so fast. Her grandpa was gone before she could get to know him better.

The Sherman family had been prepared for this, and everything was taken care of smoothly, just like they'd planned. With two elders passing away one after another, the Shermans couldn't shake off the gloom for a while. Inside the memorial hall, Whitney noticed a familiar name on one of the bouquets that had been sent. 'Could it really be a coincidence?' Whitney wondered. One of her cousins noticed her standing there, staring at the flowers. "Whit, what's wrong?" he asked.

Whit shook her head and said, "Oh, it's nothing." ***** Emily did everything she could, and finally, Carter, dazed and barely conscious, ended up in bed with her. Carter had gotten totally wasted last night. When he woke up, the first thing he saw were the passionate marks all over Emily's body, love bites and bruises he couldn't even remember giving her. Carter rubbed his forehead, a little guilty. "Sorry... Do you want me to get you something for the pain?" Emily blushed and buried herself in his arms. "Carter, I'm fine.

As long as I'm with you, I'd do anything." Emily looked up at him, her voice soft and pleading. "Carter, can you stay with me a few more days?" Carter was planning to spend the whole week with Emily anyway. "Of course. I'm not flying back until next week, so I'll be here with you all week," he promised. Chapter 1988 Emily was over the moon. There was no Whitney, no Klein, just her and Carter together. It felt like time had rewound six years, and she was once again his most cherished little sister.

After seven days together, Emily could hardly bear to say goodbye as she watched Carter head off to catch his flight. Carter pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll come see you again as soon as I can." Those seven days with Emily were the most relaxed Carter had felt in a long, long time. Maybe he should spend less time at Harris Manor. See them less often, maybe then things wouldn't feel so heavy for him. Emily had always been his favorite little sister, and he owed it to her not to let her down. "Emily, I'm sorry. From now on, I'll make it up to you.

I'll treat you right," Carter said gently. Emily's eyes lit up. "Oh, Carter, you've always treated me so well. But from now on, you have to spoil me even more, okay?" ***** After the funeral, Whitney flew back home. As soon as she landed, she headed straight to the hospital. She hadn't even stepped into the ward when Samuel swatted away the spoonful of food the caregiver was trying to feed him. Whitney let out a cold snort. "What are you doing? Refusing to eat?" The caregiver looked completely worn out. "Ms. Moore, your dad is such a handful.

Every day I try to feed him, and he knocks the bowl out of my hand at least three times before he finally eats something." "And at night, he doesn't even say when he needs to go to the bathroom. He just soils himself and I have to get up in the middle of the night to clean up the mess. If it wasn't for the paycheck, I'd have quit a long time ago," the caregiver grumbled. Samuel shot her a glare and started muttering curses under his breath, but nobody could really understand what he was saying. "See? Your dad's always yelling and cursing," the caregiver complained, rolling her eyes.

"Thank you, Janice. I know it's been tough on you," Whitney said softly, feeling a little guilty for all the trouble her dad had caused. Whitney gave Samuel a cold glare. "Janice, from now on, just try feeding him once each meal. If he doesn't want it, let him starve." "And if you keep peeing and pooping wherever you want, we'll have to stick a catheter in you again. Trust me, you don't want that, right?" Whitney said coldly. Samuel muttered a couple of complaints under his breath, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Too bad, huh? You're stuck with just me.

Your other daughter is still out in the boonies, working on a farm. If I called her, do you think she'd come running to take care of you?" Whitney said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Samuel, you're nothing to me except blood. Taking care of you now is just me settling the score for what you did for me as a kid. Don't push your luck and quit acting up. Do you even realize how many people out there can't afford a VIP ward like this?" Whitney said, her voice cold and unyielding. "That's it. Janice, please tidy up the room.

I'm leaving now." Once Whitney was out the door, the caregiver Janice huffed, "You heard her. Since your daughter said so, no dinner for you tonight! Guess you're going hungry!" Tears streamed down Samuel's wrinkled face. For the first time in his life, he finally felt real regret. 'If I'd just treated Whitney better back then, maybe she wouldn't be treating me like this now, he thought, the weight of regret pressing down on him. 田 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.