I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 177

Sophie stood her ground, her gentle eyes sweeping over every face in the room.

The faint, bitter curve of her lips only deepened the heaviness pressing on her chest.

The crowd wasn’t quiet because they believed her innocence. They were quiet because her glass–shard–to–the–throat stunt had frightened them.

In their hearts, they probably still whispered that Sophie was crazy.

A wave of helplessness pressed down, suffocating.

Lies, when spiced up, were always easier to believe.

The truth, no matter how hard fought, never seemed enough.

What more could she possibly do?

“Sophie…beg me, and I’ll help you.”

Liam’s oily voice slithered into the hall, freezing Sophie’s body.

When had he arrived?

“Sophie, as long as you beg me, I’ll claim the child as mine. I’ll say nothing happened between you and those men. Then no one will dare look at you this way. No one will shame the Chandler family or this child again…”

“Shut up!” Sophie snapped. “Liam, I don’t recall the Chandlers sending you an invitation tonight.”

“Uninvited, dragging these men in to smear me–then what? Play the knight who steps in to rescue the damsel? You really never tire of this charade, do you?”

“And don’t you dare pretend to be innocent. You saw their spinelessness. A little pressure and they spilled the truth. What if I have them dragged away and forced to name who pulled the strings?”

Liam’s pupils flickered, but his tone stayed calm.

“Sophie, you think I’m behind this?”

“Who else?” Her voice cut, raw. “Even now you won’t admit it?”

“If I didn’t do it, what is there to admit?”

He sat in his wheelchair, legs useless–but his aura was heavier, sharper than before. He was no longer the reckless playboy. He’d grown colder, more dangerous.

Sophie’s grip tightened on her phone. The recording icon flashed, then went dark.

No confession. Not from him. Not anymore.

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She glanced at the guests exchanging looks, eyes scanning the Chandler family like they were all tainted by her presence.

Sophie swallowed hard, then turned her gaze back to Liam.

“If I beg you–can you really make this go away?”

I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted Mv Fr and Ctrl+C’d His Uncle

Chapter 177

A smug smile curled his lips.

“Of course.”

Her teeth clenched. Each word felt like blood.

“Liam, I beg you.”

“Good girl.”

He wheeled himself to the center of the hall. The crowd’s stares latched onto him–some curious, some eager to see how the fallen fiancé would play

this.

“Everything today was a misunderstanding. Sophie never touched those men. The child she carries…”

“Is mine.”

A deep voice sliced the air. Every head snapped toward it.

Marcus strode in, dressed head–to–toe in black, his long legs eating the floor. He stopped three meters from Liam, his voice like ice:

“The child Sophie carries–is mine.”

The hall froze. Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Marcus….and his nephew’s ex–fiancée?

And now she carried his child?

The scandal was too much. Faces twisted with shock, disbelief, even glee at the gossip.

Sophie herself stood stunned, staring at the tall figure.

Did he know what he’d just admitted, here, in public?

Marcus’s gaze locked onto hers as he came closer.

“While I was gone…you planned to let our child call another man ‘father‘?”

Her eyes widened, guilt flickering. “I thought you…”

“Thought I wouldn’t show? Thought I wouldn’t claim my child?”

His hand caught hers, firm, warm. “Do you trust me that little?”

The heat of his palm seeped into her, and at last she could breathe again.

She’d known from the start–only Marcus could end this scandal.

But she hadn’t wanted it this way.

Even as their bond deepened, she refused to trap them with the weight of a child. She wanted her own solution, her own victory.

But she had overestimated herself–and underestimated Liam’s filth.

“I told you before,” Marcus murmured, his eyes unwavering. “I was too much of a gentleman with you.”

Her brows knit, confusion flickering. “What?”

Chapter 177

“I’m done holding back.”

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