I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 89

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**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday**
by Asa Rowan Flint

“Speaking of which, what happened between you and Sophie? It feels like you two were inseparable just a moment ago,” Zack ventured, his voice laced with curiosity.

Marcus’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes, but he remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Zack, sensing the tension, edged closer, his tone shifting to a more earnest plea. “Come on, bro. Just give me a hint. I need to know what’s going on to help you out.”

“Get lost,” Marcus snapped, irritation flickering across his features like lightning in a tempest.

His thin lips barely moved as he spoke, but the weight of his words hung in the air, thick with unspoken frustration.

Zack, feeling the chill of Marcus’s anger, didn’t linger. He bolted out of the room, leaving Marcus alone with his thoughts.

Rising from his chair, Marcus strode over to the floor-to-ceiling window, where the sprawling cityscape of Riverland lay beneath him, a concrete jungle teeming with life.

He had the power to incite chaos in this city with a mere whisper, yet here he stood, baffled by the enigma that was Sophie. Why was she angry? What had shifted in their once harmonious relationship?

Meanwhile, Sophie, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in Marcus’s heart, was lost in her own world. After grappling with the Southern Tech situation, she found herself scrolling through a seemingly endless stream of short videos, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. Eventually, fatigue took over, and she succumbed to sleep, her phone illuminating her face in the dark.

The next morning, the shrill sound of her alarm jolted her awake. A quick glance at her phone revealed it had been on all night, the screen cluttered with notifications from videos she had unwittingly tapped on during her slumber.

Shrugging off the remnants of sleep, Sophie slipped into a soft, comfortable knit dress, feeling the fabric hug her body gently. Today was significant; it was the day of her prenatal checkup, and she had already scheduled an appointment with the doctor, a necessary step she felt compelled to take.

Inside the imposing Morgan Tower, Chris had gathered all department heads early that morning, urgency crackling in the air as they prepared for a meeting.

Everyone was on edge, the atmosphere thick with tension. Each person dared not utter an extra word, acutely aware of the storm that was Marcus Morgan sitting at the head of the table.

Marcus toyed with his phone, his phoenix-like eyes betraying a depth of darkness that sent shivers down the spines of those present. He listened intently to the reports being presented, his silence amplifying the anxiety in the room.

“Mr. Morgan, I’m the acting manager of the design department. Liora’s contract is about to expire, and we still—”

The sound of a phone crashing onto the table echoed like thunder, cutting the manager off mid-sentence.

In that instant, the air grew heavy with dread; everyone instinctively bowed their heads, trying to become as small as possible.

“Prepare the car. I’m going to the maternity hospital,” Marcus commanded, his voice low and unyielding.

With those three words, he strode out of the conference room, leaving a room full of shocked faces in his wake.

The mention of a maternity hospital sent a ripple of concern through the gathered team. Did he mean what they thought he meant?

Chris, quick to respond, prepared the car. As they traveled, Marcus’s expression morphed into one of rare anxiety.

“Check which doctor Sophie has an appointment with,” he instructed, his voice steady yet laced with urgency.

Chris promptly pulled up the information and presented it to Marcus. “Mr. Morgan, please review.”

Marcus’s eyes scanned the document, and when he read “Maternity Hospital Director Sterling,” a chill swept through him.

He recalled seeing that Sophie had liked a video the day before—a video showcasing Director Sterling’s abortion procedures. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut: Sophie was contemplating terminating their child.

At the maternity hospital, Sophie collected her test results and made her way to Director Sterling’s office, her heart racing with trepidation.

“Director Sterling, could you please help me review my test results?” she asked, her voice muffled by the large mask covering her face, a feeble attempt to avoid recognition.

Director Sterling glanced over her shoulder, concern etching his features. “Didn’t your family accompany you?”

“He’s caught up with work and can’t make it,” Sophie replied vaguely, her heart pounding. “Director Sterling, just tell me if I can go ahead with the procedure.”