I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Her once round, full face had slimmed down to a sharp chin, her cheeks sunken until she looked nothing but skin and bones.

Marcus’s eyes never left Sophie. “She’s out of danger now,” he said quietly. These past days, she’s been severely malnourished. The emotional strain brought on the fever, but it’s broken. Once she’s rested, she’ll wake up.”

Sherry let out a shaky sigh of relief, tears brimming as she clutched Sophie’s hand.

“Sophie, you’ve suffered so much. It’s my fault–I didn’t protect you.”

Ethan stepped forward, giving Marcus a small nod.

“Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

If it hadn’t been for Marcus, he never would have found Sophie this quickly.

“No need for thanks.” Marcus’s voice was hoarse. “You’ve seen her now, so you can rest easy. You should go back. I’ll stay with her.”

Ethan frowned. “Mr. Morgan, that doesn’t seem appropriate.”

. After all, Sophie’s relationship with Marcus hadn’t been openly defined. If he stayed, rumors would be inevitable.

Marcus’s cold gaze cut into him. “Here, there’s only what I want to do, not what’s appropriate.”

With that, he sat down, his long eyes fixed on Sophie’s face.

Sherry tugged on Ethan’s sleeve, whispering, “Let’s go.”

Ethan’s brow stayed furrowed, but before he could argue, Sherry dragged him out of the room.

Once the door closed, Ethan yanked his arm free.

“Why did you pull me out?”

“Didn’t you see? Mr. Morgan wants time alone with Sophie.”

She gave him a look of exasperation. “Do you even understand social cues? After everything he went through to find her, he’s in the throes of getting her back. Of course he doesn’t want anyone around.”

Ethan muttered, “Their relationship is still unclear. If people see them together, it’ll hurt Sophie’s reputation.”

Sherry rolled her eyes hard.

“Unclear? Sophie’s carrying his child, and Marcus publicly said he’d take responsibility. He just gave up Morgan Group for her! Anyone with eyes can see what they are to each other.”

Hands on her hips, she scolded like he was a clueless kid.

“Does it only count as love if there are roses and balloons? After all they’ve been through for each other, do you really think their feelings aren’t

real?TM

Ethan’s lips pressed tight, but in the end, he followed her out. Still, before getting in the car, he looked back toward the hospital room, his chest

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tight. He understood what Sherry said–but knowing his little sister was Marcus’s now, it still stung.

Inside, Marcus leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes locked on Sophie. He still hadn’t shaken the fear of losing her. The terror that had gripped him these past days was bone–deep.

When he’d pushed open that door and seen her covered in blood, his heart had stopped. His mind went blank, his body paralyzed. He hadn’t dared approach. Not until she’d rasped his name had life surged back into him. That was a feeling he never wanted to endure again.

His long fingers brushed over the back of her hand, then tightened, wrapping it completely in his palm.

“Sophie, you’re alive…thank God.”

He let out a long, shaky breath, squeezing her hand even tighter.

“Marcus…”

Her whisper jolted him. His pupils widened as Sophie’s eyelids fluttered open. Her voice was raspy, but her lips curved faintly.

“You’ve been staring at me forever. I thought you were going to make some grand speech.”

Before she finished, Marcus crushed her against his chest, his body trembling.

Sophie lifted a weak hand, patting his trembling back. “Marcus, are you…crying?”

“Shut up.” His voice was hoarse, stubborn.

She smiled faintly. “Okay, okay. I won’t say it again.”

She was too weak to sit on her own, so she let her head rest on his shoulder, her car brushing his, warmth spreading through them both. They stayed like that, listening to each other’s heartbeats. For the first time in days, Marcus’s heart eased. Sophie was really back.

At some point, her breathing deepened, soft snores escaping. Marcus smiled, tucking her carefully into the blankets. The doctor had warned her body was still weak; longer sleep was natural.

Then his phone buzzed. He answered as he walked to the bathroom.

“Mr. Morgan,” Chris’s voice came through, “half an hour ago, the old man completed the transfer of all company shares. But he didn’t put them

under his own name,”

Marcus wasn’t surprised. “Whose, then?”

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