Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 156: So Unfair

Chapter 156: So Unfair

The waiting room felt like a prison.

Time dragged, each second was taking them into an eternity.

The distant sound of heels clacking on the hospital’s tiled floor, muffled conversations at the nurse’s station, and the sound of the vending machine in the corner offered little distraction.

Everyone sat in tense silence, asking themselves the same unanswered questions and unbearable possibilities.

Callian leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands.

His mind replayed every word the doctor had said about Eira and the baby.

’Critical. Delicate balance. Fighting.’

Those words haunted his head endlessly, telling him how he was losing everything.

Elias sat next to him in a stiff posture, his jaw clenched as if holding back a tide of emotions.

Across from them, Sana and Rylan whispered quietly, their worry etched into every glance they exchanged.

"Why now?" Rylan muttered suddenly, his voice breaking the heavy silence.

He leaned back, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Why is everything falling apart all at once?"

No one answered.

The question stayed in the air, unanswered and unanswerable.

William stood by the window, showing his back to the group.

He stared outside, though his focus was elsewhere, his thoughts clearly looked miles away.

"It’s not fair," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight of quiet anger. "She doesn’t deserve this."

"No one does," Sana whispered.

Callian lifted his head slightly, his face was like a ghost.

"It’s not about fair," he said, his voice lower. "If it were, none of this would’ve happened in the first place."

Elias glanced at him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This isn’t your fault," he said firmly, as if trying to preempt whatever guilt Callian was about to take on.

"Isn’t it?" Callian asked in a trembling voice.

"I couldn’t stop Konrad. I couldn’t protect her. And now she’s in there..." He trailed off, shaking his head as his words failed him.

"You can’t blame yourself for what someone else did," Elias said. "Eira wouldn’t want that."

Callian let out a hollow laugh, his hands gripping his hair.

"What would she want, Elias? For me to sit here and wait while she fights for her life? For the baby’s life? I should be in there, doing something—anything—but instead, I’m stuck here, useless."

Elias reached out, placing a steady hand on Callian’s shoulder.

"You’re here, Callian. That’s what matters. You’re here for her. That’s all you can do right now."

The sound of the waiting room door opening drew everyone’s attention.

Leina entered again, though eyes hesitated. Her gaze landed on Callian, and she approached cautiously.

"Callian," she began, her voice soft but tentative.

He didn’t look at her. "Not now," he muttered strictly.

Leina hesitated, then stepped closer, her voice firming. "I know you don’t want to see me, but I’m your mother. I’m here because I care about you."

Callian’s head shot up, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You care?" he spat. "Now you care? Where was that concern when I needed it? When I was struggling, when I felt like nothing I did was good enough for you?"

Leina flinched, but she didn’t back down. "I made mistakes, Callian. I know that. But I’m trying to be here now."

"Too little, too late," he snapped, standing abruptly.

"Eira’s the one who’s always been there for me. Not you. And now she’s—" His voice cracked, and he turned away, running a hand over his face as he fought to hold back tears.

Leina took a step closer, her voice softening. "I’m here for Eira, too. And the baby. That child is my grandchild, Callian. I have every right to be worried."

Callian turned back to her, "Your grandchild? Don’t you dare try to claim them now. Eira and I don’t need you. The baby doesn’t need you."

Elias rose, stepping between them as the tension in the room felt like a monster that was going to eat everyone alive.

"Leina," he said carefully. "Maybe this isn’t the best time."

Leina’s lips pressed into a line, but she nodded reluctantly, stepping back.

"I’ll wait outside," she said, her tone clipped. "But I’m not leaving, Callian. Whether you like it or not, I’m staying."

She turned and left the room, the door swinging shut behind her.

The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating.

Callian sank back into his chair, his hands shaking as he buried his face in them once more.

"She’s just trying to help," Sana said quietly, her voice tentative.

"She’s trying to make herself feel better," Callian muttered without looking up.

Another silence fell, broken only by the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway.

It was William who finally spoke.

"Eira’s stronger than anyone I know," he said.

"She’s been through so much, and she’s always come out fighting. She’ll make it through this, too."

"And what if she doesn’t?" Callian whispered.

Rylan cleared his throat, his voice tight. "She will," he said firmly, though his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "She has to."

The waiting stretched on, the minutes dragging like hours.

The uncertainty pressed down on them all, each lost in their own thoughts and fears.

Callian sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the floor as he replayed every moment leading up to this nightmare.

He thought of Eira’s smile, her sharp wit, the way she always seemed to light up even the darkest corners of his world.

The thought of losing her—of losing the life they were supposed to build together—was unbearable.

The door to the waiting room opened once more, and a nurse entered.

She glanced around the room before she settled on Callian.

"Mr. Callian," she said softly. "The doctor would like to speak with you."

He stood immediately, his legs unsteady as he followed her out of the room.

The others watched him go.

"She’s not dying, is she?" Callian asked.

"Well, the doctor is going to explain you everything, Mrs. Reed."

"Please, just tell me!" He grabbed her shoulders and started shaking them.

"Mrs. Reed," the doctor addressed, "your ex wife and the baby are-"

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