Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Lena was feeling uneasy after that phone call.

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She had wanted to seek some comfort from Klein, but when she caught a sudden glimpse of him, the words on her lips all got swallowed back.

Klein, sitting behind the wheel, had deep eyes veined with fine red bloodshot lines.

“Lena,” his voice was hoarse, the last syllable trembling slightly. “Text her and tell her we’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“But Uncle Klein, it’s at least a forty–minute drive to Carter’s company,” Lena murmured.

Before she could finish, his voice repeated in a low, rough tone, “Just twenty minutes.”

The route from the Harris Manor to downtown seemed to have been cleared in advance; only a black Maybach sped down the road.

At nineteen minutes exactly, Lena and Klein got out of the car.

Lena had just closed the door when the tall figure strode briskly toward the office building.

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Whitney buried her l

head deep in her knees. She had been out here for a while, but her body couldn’t stop trembling.

If she hadn’t reached her breaking point, she wouldn’t have called Lena.

But this was Carter’s company. She didn’t want him to see her weakness.

Besides, Carter had already left long ago, taking the apple of his eye with him.

She knew she shouldn’t feel upset, but at that moment, fear and sorrow completely overwhelmed her.

Lena’s breath came fast, panting, “Whit, are you okay?”

At the familiar voice, Whitney’s mask fell apart.

Her

eyes reddened, voice choked, “Lena, you’re here. I’m fine. Just my legs feel weak. I can’t stand.”

“Uncle Klein, what do we do?” said Lena.

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Klein standing tall nearby, his expression grave as he bent beside her.

“You can’t stand?” His voice was tight, holding back a surge of emotions.

Whitney nodded slightly. “Yes, a little.”

No sooner had she spoken than a warm, large hand slid beneath her knees and lifted her up.

Klein nodded toward Lena. “Go press the elevator button.”

Lena’s brain momentarily froze before snapping back. “Oh, okay, Uncle Klein.”

Whitney stared at her, startled.

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There was something unreadable swirling in Klein’s eyes.

His breath carried a faint scent of sandalwood.

It seemed to soothe a bit of the fear that had been gnawing at her heart.

“Wait.” She tried to struggle down.

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“Don’t move,” Klein said softly, looking down at her once, then running his defined knuckles through her hair. “It’s not just weak legs. I’m carrying you to the car.”

Whitney was relieved that at this hour, the elevator was empty, only the three of them inside.

They rode down smoothly to the parking garage. Lena watched Klein carefully carry Whitney and felt an indescribable weirdness.

He cradled Whitney’s head as he placed her in the back seat, then didn’t forget to instruct, “Lena, you sit in the back, too. Take care of your friend.”

‘Seriously, whose friend is she supposed to be?‘ Lena couldn’t help but think.

Lena replied quietly, “Yes, okay.”

Whitney, finally

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to her senses, felt like sitting on pins and needles.

Especially where he had just carried her, her waist was still faintly warm.

“Whit, what happened just now? Where’s Carter? If something happened to you, why didn’t he come to help?” said

Lena.

Whitney’s eyes darkened, a bitter smile curling in her heart.

He was so completely wrapped up in Emily that he didn’t even see Whitney.

Besides, they had already broken up.

“The elevator just broke down, and I got a little scared of the dark.” Whitney felt a bit self–conscious after saying it.

From the driver’s seat, Klein looked at her deeply through the rearview mirror. “Claustrophobia?”

Whitney’s hand on her knee tightened slightly. “Yes, something like that.”

Lena didn’t know about her friend’s condition and asked worriedly, “Whit, how did you end up with claustrophobia?”

Usually, only people who had been through serious psychological trauma developed it.

“Alright, let’s get you to the hospital first,” Klein interrupted Lena’s questions.

“No need for the hospital. Just take me home to rest,” Whitney said, hating hospitals.

Klein tilted his head and looked at her straight on. “If the doctor says you’re fine, then you really are.”

Whitney was speechless.

“Fine, she muttered.

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Klein took her straight to the best private hospital in Ravorport.

Lena pursed her lips and muttered, “Uncle Klein, why did you bring Whit to Dustin’s hospital?”

Klein’s voice was calm. “Lena, you can’t deny his professionalism just because you don’t get along with him.”

When they got out of the car, Klein bent down and picked Whitney up again.

Whitney felt a bit embarrassed. “No need, I can walk myself.”

Klein pretended not to hear. “It’s not like it’s far.”

Dustin was holding an outpatient clinic today. He saw Klein carrying a girl into his office.

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“Suspected claustrophobia, scared, and legs weak from the elevator incident. Take a look.” Klein gave the order from above.

Dustin raised his brow; his eyes clearly asked, “Who exactly are you ordering?”

“What are you standing there for? Mr. Reed only sees patients, not just sitting around,” said Klein.

‘Damn it, Dustin cursed to himself.

He pushed up his gold–rimmed glasses and cleared his throat. “Name and age, please.”

Whitney kept her head down, bangs covering her face, so Dustin didn’t recognize her at first.

“Whitney Moore, 26,” she i

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up, shocked.

Only then did he realize the patient in the chair was Carter’s girlfriend.

Dustin squinted meaningfully at Klein, standing nearby. “Please step outside. I want to talk to the patient alone.”

Lena knew Klein inside was Dustin, so she didn’t come in.

At this moment, Dustin’s words were clearly directed only at Klein.

Klein gave Dustin a cold glance, then softened his gaze as he looked at the woman in the chair. “Can you manage alone?”

Whitney nodded slightly and whispered, “Yes.”

Twenty minutes later, Dustin came out with Whitney.

His brow furrowed slightly, surprised to see Lena there too.

He glanced at Klein. “Nothing serious. Just avoid putting her in confined spaces from now on.”

“Got it,” Klein replied.

“Lena, can’t you greet me properly?” Dustin teased.

Klein was only three years older than Dustin but had seniority in the family hierarchy.

Dustin and Lena were actually of the same generation.

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Lena reluctantly called out in a dragged tone, “Hi, Dustin.”

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Dustin’s eyelids twitched, about to say something else, but Klein cut off their bickering. “Whitney, do you still feel unwell?”

Whitney shook her head. “No, I’m fine now. I just want to go home.”

“Okay, I’ll take you home,” Klein replied.

Whitney, worried he might try to carry her again, forced a smile. “My legs aren’t weak at all anymore. I can walk by myself.”

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly. “Yeah, I know. No plans to carry you again. Let’s go.”

Everyone there couldn’t help but think it sounded so weird.

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