Married To My Ex Billionaire Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

PRESENTIvy's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "Why did Jeremy follow you into your room like that?" she asked, but Irene just chuckled bitterly, her eyes glinting with a mix of sadness and amusement."You're intrigued, aren't you?" she asked, brushing off Ivy's question as she slumped back on the sofa. "You know it's your fault. If you hadn't storm off from the house, maybe, just maybe, mother would still be alive."Ivy's confusion deepened as she could sense the pain and resentment in Irene's voice. "How could you say that, Irene?" Ivy said, feeling a knot form in her stomach as she realized that Irene was once again blaming her for their mother's death. Yeah, she always does, ever since her death, and she couldn't quite grasp how it was her fault.Ivy was well aware that her words had hurt her mother, and she felt guilty for that, but Irene kept rubbing it in her face as if she wanted Ivy to feel responsible for their mother's passing. Ivy's mind flashed back to that fateful da

"D-Dad, please calm down—" Irene stuttered, her voice trembling. She attempted to plead again, but Steve abruptly cut her off. "Calm down? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!" he hollered, his breath shuddering with rage. Irene and Margaret stepped back as Steve's fury seemed to fill the entire room. Irene's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to reason with him again. "D-Dad, please... Jeremy needs help." As much as she hated to be concerned for Jeremy after what he had done, she had to divert Steven's attention to the dire situation. "We need to take him to the hospital." Steve's face twisted in anguish, and for a moment, Irene thought she saw a glimmer of the father she knew. He looked down at Jeremy's limp body, and his expression faltered. With a Herculean effort, Steve seemed to rein in his temper. "Call... call an ambulance," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Irene nodded hastily, grabbing her phone to dial 911. As she spoke to the operator, Steve gently lifted

Zack's eyes were fixed on the phone screen, his brow furrowed in concern. He had been trying to reach Ivy for hours, but she wasn't picking up his calls. The relentless tapping of the driver's hand on the steering wheel was starting to get on his nerves."Can you please stop that?" Zack spat, his voice tinged with frustration.The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. "Sorry, sir, just a habit," he muttered, his hand stilled on the wheel.Zack's gaze drifted back to the phone screen, his mind racing with worry. He tried calling Ivy again, his fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest as the call went straight to voicemail. A cold dread seeped into his veins. Why wasn't she answering? It had been over two hours since she left. He stayed in the same place where the driver dropped Ivy off and had been watching the direction Ivy had taken, but she still hadn't returned, and it was already dusk."Step on it," Zack said, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. "Go closer to the d

Fifteen-year-old Ivy's feet wobbled, drained from all the running, as she pushed through the door of her home. She panted heavily, catching her breath and meeting the stunned silence in the house.It was odd; she had expected to see her mother standing in the doorway, ready to scold her for running off like that, or perhaps to be welcomed by her sister's taunts, but there was nothing.She raised her head only to find the living room empty."Mum? Irene?" she called, scanning the room, but then someone else emerged—someone she didn't expect to see."Dad? Dad!" She kicked off her shoes and enveloped him in a tight embrace. "I've been looking for you, Dad. Where were you?"Steve pulled away, his expression somber. "I, um..." he began, his gaze on Ivy's face faltering. Ivy noticed the way his voice quaked; her eyes scanned his face, and she caught his hand trembling at his side."Dad, why the face?" Ivy asked, concern etched on her face.Steve looked away without responding; his eyes seeme

Ivy tossed and turned relentlessly in her bed, her eyes fluttering open to a scene that felt all too real. She was standing in her living room, but it wasn't the warm and cozy space she knew. It was cold and tense, with police officers looming over her dad."Mr. Steve, I'm afraid with the evidence we found, we need to take you in for questioning," one of the officers said, his voice firm but polite.Steve's face was pale with shock, his eyes wide with fear. "What evidence?" he demanded, his voice trembling.The officer hesitated, his expression unreadable. "We can't disclose that right now. But we do have enough to arrest you on suspicion of murder."Steve repeated, his voice shaking, "Murder? No... I didn't kill anyone."The officer's expression remained stern. "Steve, please turn around and put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest."Ivy watched in horror as the officers handcuffed her dad and led him away. She tried to scream, but her voice was frozen in her throat.She