All Chapters of MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I sat there on the chair, just sitting, staring at the walls, watching nurses and doctors pass by, their steps brisk, their faces a blur of calm and urgency. They came in and out, speaking softly, holding clipboards in hushed tones. My mind was blank. My body felt distant, as though I was a spectator of my own life.Then, out of nowhere, I heard the hurried click of heels—a determined, sharp sound cutting through the quiet of the hospital. Voices followed voices trying hard to be composed but strained.Tina and Emerson appeared first. They weren’t walking together; they were locked in a tug-of-war of anger. Emerson’s face was tight, his jaw clenched. Tina, her eyes wild, was a storm barely held in place.And behind them, a police officer.The sight of the uniform turned my stomach to ice. Panic surged through me so violently that I thought I might be sick. It’s done. We’re done. Everybody knows. I didn’t know how far this would go, but my mind raced to the worst. Was I an accomplice?

Everyone's eyes turned toward me, their expressions thick with anger, surprise, hatred, and disappointment. I could feel their judgment like sharp knives against my skin.Emerson's hand moved to his face, shielding his eyes as though trying to block out the truth or perhaps the sight of me standing there. He was the one person I wanted to look at, the one person whose reaction I needed to see. But he didn’t meet my gaze. I stood frozen, letting their stares cut into me, letting their judgment pour over me.Tina’s hand trembled as she raised it, pointing at me. Her voice was sharp, almost unrecognizable.“You tell me—what did you do to my son?”She pushed herself up, her entire body shaking with rage. I couldn’t move. I stood there, rooted in place, my breath caught in my throat, my mind blank. Tina was coming for me, and I didn’t know what to do.Eric grabbed her arms just in time, pulling her back as she lunged toward me. “Tina, stop!”The police officer stepped between us. His cal

After the nurse disappeared, the silence in the waiting room thickened. Every pair of eyes turned to me again.Tina’s gaze was sharp and accusing, her lips pressed into a tight, angry line. Eric didn’t bother hiding his disgust. He looked over me with disdain. Rita threw glances at me now and then and I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I knew which side she was.I sat there, wondering.Why does Trey want to see me?The question circled in my mind over and over like a broken record. It made no sense. Why would he want me, of all people, by his bedside? This wasn’t just strange—it was absurd. Whether he realized it or not, he was putting me in a position I didn’t want to be in, a position I didn’t ask for.The minutes dragged on in agonizing silence.Finally, Tina broke it with a snarl. “Oh no. No one is stopping me. I’m going to see my son.”Without waiting for anyone’s response, she marched off furiously as she barreled down the hallway in search of Trey’s ward.Emerson exhal

"Oh... yeah," Eric muttered, realization dawning on his face. "Yeah, I remember. Tough stuff, that." He glanced at me with a raised brow. "Did that really happen? Because for a second, I thought you were just trying to paint her as a villain.""Of course, it happened!" Rita snapped. "You can go back to our high school and ask. But I kept her secret. That’s why nobody ever found out she was the one who did it."Ritq had gained Tina’s curiosity, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward. "What are the two of you talking about?" she demanded. "I want to know. Maybe it has something to do with what happened to Trey tonight."I felt my head spin. "Are you serious right now? How are the two even connected? I just met Trey tonight! What does that have to do with anything I did in high school?"Tina’s lips curled into a smug smile. "It shows your history—your history of violence."I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Oh my God, I can’t take this anymore!" I turned to the officer, my patie

I forced a smile onto my face as I walked closer toward him, keeping as much space between us as I possibly could. The air between us hung heavy with tension, and he watched me in silence, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint beeping of the heart monitor. I needed to break the silence and end this moment so I could leave the room immediately.“So,” I started, my voice light, “how are you feeling?”“My head hurts, my eye hurts, my hand hurts,” he said flatly. “And I feel like shit.”I nodded, forcing myself to appear sympathetic. “But you’re going to live, right?”He offered a slow, lazy smile, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, Mina. I’m afraid I’m going to keep on living. Probably for a very long time.”“Okay.” I exhaled. “Then since you’re alright, I think I’ll just tell everybody in the waiting room that you’re fine, you’re good, and everything is okay.” I turned slightly, already preparing to make my exit. “I’ll be on my way.”He