His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

NoahI couldn’t help but wonder what Clara wanted to ask us. Her voice was hesitant, almost timid, as she spoke. "I’m… I’m looking for a place to live," she began, her eyes darting between Raymond and me. "I just finished college, but I don’t have a job yet. My grandparents left me a small inheritance, but… it’s not much."Her vulnerability was palpable. I could see how difficult it was for her to admit this. Before I could respond, Owen's mother stepped in. "We would love to take her in, but…" Her voice trailed off, filled with the weight of unspoken sorrow. Though Owen had been adopted, his parents had always treated him as their own flesh and blood. His death had left a gaping wound in their hearts. A wound that time had yet to heal.Owen’s father took a deep breath, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "We’ve decided to move abroad for a while," he explained, glancing at his wife for support. "We need some distance, a change of scenery, to process everything that’s happened.

 Noah"Clara, what’s wrong?" I asked. I noticed her gaze was fixed on the back of Raymond's torso as he walked out of the room. There was a strange look in her eyes. I felt a little tug in my stomach. Why was she looking at him like that? But I figured Raymond was a celebrity in Edendale—all women tended to stare at him.My words seemed to snap Clara out of her trance. She blinked rapidly and quickly averted her gaze. A blush spread across her cheeks.“Nothing, I, uh… I’m so sorry about the plates,” Clara said quickly, her voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”“Don’t worry about

 RaymondI stepped out of my office, following the sound of muffled crying and raised voices. The moment I turned the corner, I saw Clara standing in the middle of the hallway. Tears were streaming down her face. Another female staff member stood opposite her, seething with anger. Her dress was stained by a dark splash of coffee. Stephanie, my long-time secretary, hovered between them. She looked uncomfortable and unsure of how to diffuse the situation.As soon as Clara saw me, her tears seemed to intensify. “Raymond!” she cried out, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I swear!”The other woman, still fuming, opened her mouth as if to say something. But she snapped it s

NoahClara’s behavior made me feel uneasy in a way I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Her eagerness to attend Neil’s parent day at school felt a bit off. Sure, she was technically a family member now. But there was something about her enthusiasm that seemed… misplaced. Perhaps it was the lack of family experiences in her life. After all, she grew up with only her grandparents. Without the warmth of parents or the bond of a sibling. I wanted to be understanding, so I brushed my doubts aside and agreed to let her join us.The next morning, we prepared for the event. Neil looked absolutely adorable in his school uniform. As I helped him with the final touches, smoothing his hair and adjusting his tie, he grinned up at me.“Mommy, do I look as handsome as Daddy now?” Neil asked, his eyes shining with excitement.“You’ll be the most handsome young man at the school, my love,” I replied, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His giggle was contagious. I found myself laughing with him, feeling a wave of

NoahI stopped abruptly when I caught a fleeting expression on Clara’s face. A strange smile that sent a shiver down my spine. Did I imagine it? I blinked, trying to clear my thoughts. But Raymond was already looking back at me with a puzzled expression, and Neil was tugging at my hand. His small voice was filled with impatience.“Come on, Mommy! I’m hungry!” Neil urged, his enthusiasm pulling me back to reality.I forced a smile and squeezed his hand. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s go.” I followed Raymond and… Clara. I tried to push aside the unease gnawing at me.As we entered the cafeteria, the noise of chattering families and clinking cutlery filled the air. We took a seat at a long table beside some of Neil’s friends and their parents. One of the mothers who had spoken to me earlier beamed as she caught sight of Raymond.“Ah, the famous Raymond. So we finally get to meet you,” she said with a smile. The other mothers quickly turned their attention to him, their eyes lighting up with