All Chapters of Tied To The My Ex's Hot Uncle: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Noella’s POVThe hospital room where we were waiting for the DNA test results was sterile and cold, the smell of antiseptic filling the air. The walls were white, and several health posters were hanging neatly. The blue plastic chairs we sat on were hard and uncomfortable. The view of the room's large windows showed a green hospital garden, but none of that could calm my frantic feelings.Isabella, and I sat in the front row, waiting anxiously. My feelings were a mix of nervousness, disbelief, and burning hope. My hands were sweaty, and I squeezed my fingers repeatedly without realizing it, a habit that emerged whenever I felt particularly nervous.Enrick sat beside me, looking calm, even though I knew he was also anxious. He squeezed my fingers harder, giving me the support I needed. "Calm down, Noella," he whispered, his voice confident. "We'll find the answer, and everything will be okay."I nodded slowly, trying to reassure myself. "Yes, I know everything will be okay later. It's

Chapter 132Noella’s POVHearing that, I, who should have been happy, cried instead. Not because I was sad but because this blissful feeling was overwhelming. Enrick rubbed my back gently, trying to calm me down. "You should be happy, not crying, Noella," he said calmly.I nodded, my tears continuing to flow. "Yes, I am happy, Enrick. I am, of course, happy. I'm crying because I'm too happy to see my birth mother again. I never expected this," I said, wiping my watery nose. Quickly, Enrick gave me his handkerchief to use.I gazed around, noticing every detail of my biological mother Isabella's luxurious home. This was where I was supposed to live, with my parents. The beauty of this house, with its walls adorned with beautiful paintings, magnificent classical furniture, and the warm atmosphere that filled every room, made me feel as if I had returned to the place that should have been my home long ago.However, this feeling of happiness was overshadowed by a deep curiosity. I mustered

Noella's POV Enrick and Mama Isabella gathered in Mama's dining room when lunchtime came. The dining table in front of us was full of various appetizing, luxurious-looking, and diverse dishes that could only be found in the homes of the rich. There were main courses such as beef tenderloin with truffle sauce, elegantly presented lobster thermidor, and roast chicken seasoned with exotic spices. On the other side of the table are platters of fresh salads with a mix of organic vegetables, premium cheeses, and homemade dressings. Not to forget the crispy and soft artisan bread served with smooth and fragrant butter. For dessert, there are melt-in-your-mouth chocolate soufflés, rich tiramisu, and neatly cut fresh fruits. We ate our lunch quietly, savoring each bite in comfortable silence. However, it was suddenly shattered when Mama asked Enrick abruptly, "Enrick, so when are you going to marry my daughter? Do you love her? Or are your feelings not serious with her?" I was stunned to h

Noella’s POVI visited Uncle Martin in his modest but always warm home. We sat across from each other in the memorable living room. I warmly clasped his hand, feeling his skin's rough texture from years of hard work. Uncle Martin looked at me with affectionate eyes, slightly confused by the seriousness on my face."Uncle, you know that I love you very much," I said in a slightly trembling voice."Of course, I know that, Noella. You always do everything for me. You always remember celebrating important moments in Uncle's life, like birthdays and other special days. You often prepare little surprises or cook Uncle's favourite foods to show your affection for me. I always feel that you are the greatest gift in my life. But why are you asking me that?" asked Uncle Martin, curious and confused.I took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to continue. "Uncle, I consider you like my parents. Just like my adoptive parents, too."There was a frown of concern on Uncle Martin's forehead.

Noella's POV"We can make vegetable soup with this meat," I said while chopping vegetables. "A soup that's warm and full of love."Uncle Martin smiled, his spirits beginning to rise. "That's a good idea, Noella. I'll prepare the pot and start cutting the meat."We worked together in the kitchen, the atmosphere full of togetherness and joy. I felt the warmth of Uncle Martin's home, a warmth that made every meal special. We cooked with gusto, sharing tasks and stories."This dish reminds me of my childhood," Uncle Martin said as he stirred the soup pot. "Back then, your foster mother and I used to cook together, just like today."I smiled and added some spices to the pot. "Cooking together like this always makes me feel happy, Uncle."After a while, our vegetable soup began to boil, and a delicious aroma filled the kitchen. I checked the taste of the soup and added a little salt to my cooking. "It seems to have the right flavor, Uncle." "This will be the perfect dish to welcome your ma