All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Christabel's POV Throughout the playing of the recordings, the office was silent except for the sounds of harsh breathing, and Officer Loid's grinding teeth. They rewinded the tape, taking it back to the very beginning. "Tell me the truth Bobby," Mr McCole's voice was heard at the beginning of the recording. "I already know you plan to use this place for your drug smuggling. The mall is just a cover-up for you." "Don't meddle in things that do not concern you, McCole. Get your family and leave." Bobby coldly threatened, "This will be your last warning." "I won't leave the house, and you can't do sh*t Bobby. I won't let you turn this place into your drug den for the mafia. I worked too hard to watch the place turn filthy.” My head was knocked by some force when he mentioned the mafia. Bobby was involved with the mafia. No wonder he wanted the house so badly. The company was a cover-up for him. That was why he killed Mr McCole and the residents. It wasn't because they had s

Christabel's POV I continued to comfort Katherine, even as she wept her guts out. It was actually good she was pouring out her feelings, instead of bottling them up. Sadness washed me, as her sobs were the only thing I could hear aside the beeping sounds of the heart monitor hooked to Joan. But my head couldn't stop racing with the thoughts that Bobby might have been behind this. "Katherine, why don't we take a sit?" I offered, my legs were starting to give out. The day had been stressful, and I was already drained. She didn't answer me, but her moving to seat, showed she agreed. "Are you alright now?" I asked softly, my voice barely loud, but I was sure she heard. Katherine sniffed, "sorry about that," "Don't say that, you deserve to feel or react like that, and I don't mind. I am here for you because you are family, and Joan is my nephew too, so don't apologize to me." I lectured, my voice still trying to be soft, but firm. Katherine looked down at her hands, and I pass

Andre's POVThe words of the reporter still rang in the ward, but I wasn't paying attention to it anymore. "How can this happen?!" John bounced to his feet, staring fiercely at the TV screen. "What happened to the security guards at the company? Why didn't they do their jobs?!"He was right. What happened to the security team?Jimmy nodded his head at his words, "But you can't blame them. What could they have done against the crowd?"John wasn't having it, he argued back, "So what?! They were paid to guard the place. If they couldn't do anything, they could have called the police to come and handle it!""John is right!" Melody interfered, "I think those security men are to blame." Yes, but why are these people doing this? The police already released a statement to clarify the case." Fred sided with Melody, his reasoning a bit deeper. Adam stood still, his eyes fixed on the television, but his cold voice pierced through their arguments. "This isn't the time to yell, we need to think

Christabel's POVIn the ward, apart from the beeping sounds of the heart rate monitor machine, the occasional drawing of noses could be heard. Stroking my back, Melody's voice came from beside me. "Belle, don't cry." I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't stop myself. This wasn't how the day was supposed to be. After receiving the good news, I thought we could have a break. Bobby was out on the loose, but we underestimated him. Since he was part of the Mafia, he should have connections and would be very hard to catch. He might be the one behind all these.My palms were clammy, and my heart was racing filling my chaotic mind with scenes. Katherine was seated on the chair beside Joan, but this time her attention wasn't on him.Tina was beside her, trying to offer comfort, but I could tell from how constipated her face was, that she wasn't holding on.We had unanimously decided to turn off the television. I couldn't say if that was a wise or foolish decision, but I agreed to it. If I he

~Beep.~Beep.In a different ward, a pale-faced Christabel, with her eyes tightly closed lay on the bed with a serene expression on her face. A drip was connected to her, and a heart rate machine was hooked up.The ward was empty, devoid of life, but just outside the room were family members who gathered a doctor, with worry etched on their faces.They continued probing the poor man, and if it weren't for his experience, the doctor would have broken down.Christabel's POVMy eyes were heavy.My head was fuzzy.I tried moving my arm, but I couldn't.~Beep.~Beep.It was that annoying sound again. Could someone help me shut it off?Why was I here?What's going on?"An…dre," I croaked, my voice scratchy, it hurt.My head was beginning to throb, and behind my eyes, tears gathered but I couldn't peel them open."An… Andre~"I called my husband's name, expecting him to show like he always does, but I was met with nothing. Where was he? Why isn't he coming to hold me like always? Lifting