Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: That trust and affection Chapter 194: That trust and affection As soon as Layla stepped out of the hospital’s main door, she found her path blocked by Roderick.

Her expression hardened as she turned to her mother.

“You go ahead, Mom,” she said softly before stepping aside to face him.

“I thought I made myself clear-don’t bother me like this,” Layla snapped with an unwavering glare.

Roderick smirked, unfazed by her hostility.

“Don’t you think you let the wrong person stay behind with your husband?” he asked, his tone dripping with insinuation.

“I trust your mother more,” Layla replied curtly.

Roderick chuckled darkly, his gaze steady on her.

“I shouldn’t be saying this, but my mother always wanted to marry my uncle.

The only reason it didn’t happen is that he never entertained her advances.” “I know,” Layla retorted, her voice cold and unyielding.

“You don’t need to tell me.” “Yet, you still allowed-” “Rick, I don’t understand your problem,” Layla cut him off, her patience snapping this time.

“You’re pestering me because I refused to keep any ties with a cheater like you.

And now you’re dragging your mother into this?

You really have no shame, do you?” Her fists clenched, her anger pouring out in every word.

Roderick’s smirk faltered, but he quickly masked it.

“I was only trying to warn you to stay alert,” he said, his tone defensive.

Though her words stung, a part of him couldn’t help but admire her fiery spirit.

She hadn’t always been this assertive, and it intrigued him.

“I don’t need your warnings,” Layla said firmly, turning on her heel to leave.

As she walked away, Roderick muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand what you see in my uncle.

I tried to give you everything, but you were always the one resisting me.” Layla didn’t respond.

She had grown tired of his manipulative games and delusions.

He still seemed to believe there was a chance between them, but she was done with his tantrums.

She kept walking, leaving him behind to stew in his frustration.

As she entered the car, Miriam asked, “What was Roderick saying?” “Nothing,” Layla replied.

“I am sorry, Layla, for acting in such a worst way that day.

You begged us not to make you marry and didn’t care for your choices.

Your father and I were discussing how Lucius has been involved in such a dangerous work that can affect you in the future,” Miriam stated.

“Mom, I am tired.” Layla didn’t wish to argue, so she made an excuse while leaning back her head and closing her eyes.

None of them could understand the situation.

Everyone had similar opinions about the incident.

They all thought the attack happened because Lucius was a mafia.

But they refused to see the bigger picture.

Miriam didn’t bother her daughter and let her rest.

~~~~ “What do you mean?” Lucius asked, narrowing his eyes at Fiona.

“Layla is an ordinary woman,” Fiona began.

“She can easily become a target for your enemies.

You love her so much, but you’re blind to the danger you’re putting her in.” “Hmm.

Thank you for opening my eyes,” Lucius replied, his tone dripping with mockery.

“I’m serious,” Fiona pressed, leaning closer as if trying to make him see reason.

“Layla was supposed to be the one targeted.

Every media outlet is reporting that.

Your stubbornness, your refusal to step away from this lifestyle, could cost you-and her-dearly.

It’s time you consider living a normal life, like everyone else,” she advised.

Lucius remained silent for a moment, studying her with an unreadable expression.

Then, unexpectedly, he asked, “Why did you believe that I never killed your husband?” “What?” Fiona exclaimed, taken aback.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to process his sudden question.

“You heard me,” Lucius said, his tone calm yet probing, his gaze piercing as if trying to unearth her deepest thoughts.

“Roderick never forgave me for what happened that day,” Lucius said, his voice low, almost contemplative.

“He still believes I orchestrated that accident, but you don’t.” “I don’t understand why you’re bringing this up now,” Fiona muttered, her brows knitting together in confusion.

Lucius shrugged slightly.

“I’m just curious.” Fiona took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

“Antoine trusted you more than anyone else around him,” she began, her tone steady but tinged with emotion.

“I saw the love and concern he had for you.

When he was alive, he often talked about how much he wanted you to live a normal life, like everyone else.

That trust and affection he had for you-it means more to me than any of the rumors that swirled around you after his death.

I believe Antoine’s words over the lies people spread.” Lucius was taken aback by the depth of her response, though he didn’t show it.

Instead, he nodded slightly, a faint trace of gratitude flickering in his eyes.

“I’m feeling sleepy.

Wake me up when Layla gets here,” he said, shifting the conversation.

“Alright,” Fiona replied quietly.

She pressed a button on the bed’s control panel, lowering the reclined section until Lucius was lying flat.

He closed his eyes, and Fiona moved to the couch, settling there with a distant look, lost in her own thoughts.

~~~~ Evelina sat alone, staring at the news report detailing the attack on her son, Lucius.

Her brows knitted together in worry as she whispered to herself, “Why is this happening?

I thought that by staying away, I could protect him.” Her hand hovered over her phone as she opened Layla’s contact.

She stared at the number, debating whether to call her, but ultimately hesitated.

“Mom, what are you doing here all alone?” came a familiar voice, interrupting her thoughts.

Evelina turned to see her second son, Aaron, standing at the doorway.

“Nothing,” Evelina replied quickly.

She dismissed the idea of reaching out to Layla or Lucius.

‘He doesn’t need me,’ she thought bitterly.

‘He’s been fine without me for all these years.

I just need to stay away.’ Aaron tilted his head, his bright smile softening the tension in the air.

“Then come inside, Mom.

Everyone’s waiting for you,” he urged, his voice warm and inviting.

Evelina glanced back at her phone one last time before closing the screen and slipping it into her pocket.

She forced a small smile for Aaron.

“Alright,” she said, letting him lead her back to the others in the house.