Married To My Ex Billionaire Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Ivy's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight before her. Her mind struggled to process the sudden arrival."Jeremy?" Ivy whispered, her voice trembling with surprise.Jeremy's piercing gaze locked onto Ivy, his expression unreadable. "Ivy," he said, his deep voice low with no hint of surprise.Judy's grip on Ivy's shoulders tightened, her eyes darting between Jeremy and Ivy as her heart hammered in her chest. "Jeremy, please, I'm begging," she whispered, standing up from the sofa and instinctively pulling Ivy gently beside her.Ivy, still stunned, was even more confused by Judy's behavior; it seemed she was trying to protect her from Jeremy, but he was her stepbrother, whom she thought she would never see again. In fact, she had even forgotten about his existence until now.Jeremy's gaze shifted to Judy, his expression unyielding. "I told you to make her leave in five minutes, and you didn't," he replied, his tone dripping with tension as he shrugged casually. "It's too late."

"I know about that night, Judy!" Ivy fired back; her emotions were all over the place. "It was during that time that I lost my parents, so how did I not know about what Jeremy is talking about?"Her voice reverberated through the room and echoed off the walls, filled with pain, confusion, and desperation.Judy's face contorted in anguish as she slowly shook her head. "Ivy, sweetie, I—""No, Judy!" Ivy interrupted, her hands clenched into fists. "I need to know the truth. What happened that night? What did my mother do to Jeremy? And my father, did he really kill my mother..." She choked on her words, stepping back as she pulled her hair in anguish.Jeremy's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming as if feeding off Ivy's distress."Ah, Aunt Judy, don't be shy. Tell Ivy the whole story. Tell her how her precious mother tried to kill me."Judy's gaze darted between Ivy and Jeremy, her expression torn."Ivy, please understand—""Understand what?" Ivy demanded, her voice rising. "That my moth

Zack was perplexed, with numerous questions swirling in his mind about what had occurred, but Ivy seemed utterly distraught, and in an instant, she seized her phone and began dialing a number.As Ivy's fingers flew across the keypad, Zack's confusion deepened. "Ivy, who are you calling?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.Ivy didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the phone as she waited for someone to pick up. Zack's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. Who could Ivy be calling at a time like this?Just as Zack was about to ask again, Ivy's voice cut through the silence. "Irene," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty. "We need to talk."Irene's voice came through, surprised. "And what are we going to talk about?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.Ivy wiped a stray tear from her face and readjusted herself in the seat, her eyes now blazing. She tried clearing her mind of what had happened by focusing on finding the truth through Irene

NINE YEARS AGO "Mom, Dad, Irene, I'm home!" fifteen-year-old Ivy announced as she burst through the door of her parents' home. Coming home for Christmas was a tradition she cherished deeply. Every year, Ivy would eagerly anticipate the holidays, counting down the days until she could leave her Aunt Judy's home and return to her family's warm and loving abode. As she dropped her bags on the floor, Ivy's eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, taking in the cozy decorations and the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen. "Hello, sweetie!" her mother, Margaret, called out from the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across her face as she emerged to hug Ivy tightly. "We've missed you so much! How was your trip?" Ivy hugged her mother back, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her. "It was fine, Mom. I'm just glad to be home. Where's Dad?" she asked, scanning the whole living room. The moment Ivy mentioned her father, Margaret's expression shifted to irritation, but s

Margaret's eyes widened even further, and she took a step closer to Ivy. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. "You're just a child; you don't know what's going on!" Ivy stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I may not know everything, Mom," she said, her voice now steady. "But I do know that you're being really mean to Jeremy and to Dad. And it's not right." Margaret's expression turned even angrier, but she knew she could never raise her hand to slap Ivy. "You're just like your father," she spat. "You always take his side, no matter what." "That's not true, Mom!" Ivy spat in anger, her voice higher than intended. "I'm just trying to be fair. And I think you're being really unfair to Dad!" Margaret's face twisted and she turned away from Ivy. "Just get out of my sight, Ivy," she said, her voice cold. "Go to your room and stay there." Ivy felt a twinge in her heart, but she knew that she couldn't stay in the house right now. She needed