I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 90

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

Marcus’s decision to seal off the hospital had already stirred a considerable amount of attention. The moment Sophie appeared, it felt as if the air shifted, and all eyes turned toward her, drawn by a magnetism that was both unsettling and inevitable.

“Mr. Morgan, this isn’t the right place for a conversation. Let’s step outside first.” Sophie’s voice was laced with urgency, her fingers nervously tugging at the edges of her mask, fearing that recognition might come too swiftly.

“Alright,” Marcus replied, his tone surprisingly agreeable. He reached for her hand, their fingers intertwining as they made their way through the throngs of people.

As they walked away, the crowd slowly began to disperse, leaving behind a petite figure who stood frozen in place, watching them depart.

Lena’s gaze remained fixed on Sophie and Marcus for what felt like an eternity. Finally, a smile blossomed across her face, a mix of satisfaction and delight. “Sophie, so the child in your belly is Marcus’s!” she exclaimed softly, the realization sending ripples of excitement through her.

With purpose, Lena stepped outside, her phone already in hand as she dialed Liam’s number. “Brother, I still haven’t gotten pregnant, but the doctor said I have a fertile constitution. As long as you work harder, I’ll definitely conceive soon.” Her voice was buoyant, filled with a newfound hope.

Liam’s response was less than enthusiastic. “Why are you so happy about not being pregnant?” he shot back, his tone edged with confusion.

“Because I discovered something big,” Lena replied, her smile widening, her eyes shimmering with resolve. With evidence of Sophie’s affair now firmly in her grasp, she felt an undeniable surge of confidence—Liam would be hers in the end!

Meanwhile, Sophie settled into the car beside Marcus. As the vehicle began to pull away from the hospital, she finally broke the silence that had enveloped them. “Mr. Morgan, please, can we keep today’s events regarding the maternity hospital under wraps? I don’t want any trouble.” Her words were direct, laden with the weight of her concern.

Marcus’s presence was already a headline, and the fact that he had brought a crowd to surround the hospital only amplified the potential for chaos. Sophie knew how the internet thrived on scandal; the last thing she needed was for someone to piece together the fragments of her life.

“Mm,” Marcus replied, his voice deep and contemplative.

His gaze shifted to her abdomen, a question lingering in the air. “Why did you watch abortion surgery videos yesterday?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

Sophie’s heart raced, caught off guard by the question. Memories of her phone buzzing late into the night flooded her mind. “I fell asleep while scrolling through my phone. It was just an accidental click,” she defended, her cheeks warming with embarrassment.

“Do you think I came to the maternity hospital today because you thought I was going for an abortion?” Marcus’s voice held a hint of frustration, but the answer was already glaringly obvious to them both.

Sophie’s expression hardened as she met his gaze. “Mr. Morgan, regardless of who this child’s father is, I am this child’s mother. I will never harm this baby.” Her voice was firm, a shield against his probing.

Marcus turned to gaze out of the window, where LED screens blared news of Sophie and Liam’s impending wedding. His voice turned icy. “Can you guarantee that Liam will treat this child well?”

Sophie’s fingers curled defensively. “You don’t need to worry about this. I have my own plans,” she replied, her tone resolute.

“Do you really think I’ll let you marry someone else while carrying my child?” Marcus’s sudden turn of head caught her off guard; his phoenix-like eyes were shadowed with a storm of emotions.

“I’m not making a move now to give you a chance to reconsider. If you force my hand, it won’t just be Liam who faces consequences—your entire Chandler family will feel the repercussions.” His warning hung in the air, thick with tension.

Sophie’s delicate brows knitted together. “Give me a little more time,” she pleaded, her heart racing at the thought of the impending confrontation.

Marcus’s expression darkened, a cold smile twisting his lips. She could sense that he was not one to be trifled with, and the realization that she still harbored feelings for Liam made the situation even more precarious.

Once back at home, Sophie retreated to her room, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. Director Sterling had reassured her that her recent fatigue was perfectly normal, a sign that her body was adjusting to the changes within. She could allow herself to rest, free from the constraints of her usual schedule.

Embracing this newfound freedom, Sophie surrendered to sleep, drifting off until the sun hung high in the sky.

When Ethan learned that Sophie hadn’t emerged from her room since returning, he felt a surge of concern and hurried home from the office. “Sophie, it’s time for lunch,” he called out, knocking gently on her door.

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