Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 165

The hospital room door flew open with a violent kick, slamming into the wall with a deafening crash.

William came in right behind Christian and nearly stopped breathing for a second. He watched Christian storm into the next room like a reaper coming to collect a debt.

On the bed, Sean had just dragged himself back from unconsciousness.

The impact of the crash had left his head splitting and his whole body feeling like it had been torn apart.

He braced an arm against the mattress, struggling to sit up, when the explosion of the door made him jerk his head up.

Christian stood in the doorway, backlit by the hallway. His tall frame threw a heavy shadow into the room, the kind that made the air itself feel tight.

Sean's eyes widened the moment he recognized the man at the door.

It was Annie's boyfriend, the so-called manager.

Rage and jealousy surged up so fast that it drowned out the pain in his body.

Sean heaved himself forward and practically shouted, "Where did you take Annie?"

Annie was his. She belonged to him alone. No matter who she was with right now, she would end up back at his side.

Who did this man think he was? How could he touch her?

Christian quietly approached him. He lifted the metal bar and brought it down on Sean's leg with a brutal swing.

"Ah!"

Metal met flesh and bone with a dull, nauseating thud.

Sean's face contorted, his veins bulging at his temples. Cold sweat broke across his hairline in an instant.

Christian looked down at him, his voice flat and icy. "She's my wife."

Pain blurred Sean's vision, but the resentment and fury inside him only burned hotter.

Wife? Annie couldn't be this man's wife. She was his!

"Who do you think you are?" Sean snarled, his eyes bloodshot.

Gritting his teeth through the agony, he threw himself off the bed and slammed toward Christian like a madman. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to tear this man apart.

"You're just a marketing manager! What makes you think you can fight me for Annie? You don't deserve her!"

Michael reached the doorway and froze, the rest of his words catching in his throat as he took in the scene. A thought crossed his mind—perhaps he shouldn't have come.

Had he just interrupted Christian?

Christian had one foot planted on Sean's chest. The iron bar was raised high in his hand, ready to come down again.

Sean's face was swollen and bruised, with blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked barely conscious.

Michael took a small step backward and decided to make himself invisible.

Sean's head spun and his vision wavered, but Michael's words detonated in his mind.

He jerked his head toward the doorway, staring at Michael—then lifted his gaze to the man pinning him down.

Mr. Parker? There weren't many Parkers in Jynston.

An absurd thought began to take root in his mind, growing wildly out of control.

Sean's eyes went wide as he stared at Christian, his voice turning hoarse with shock. "You're... from Parker Group?"