All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Scarlett’s POV.Monday morning dragged on more than it should have.It wasn’t because of the dreary weather, or the lack of sleep, but because I already knew what kind of day it would be the second I would walk into that building.I told myself to keep my head down, stay focused, and pretend everything was normal. That was the lie I repeated while walking through the main entrance with my bag over my shoulder, trying to ignore the way people looked up from their desks as I passed by.The whispers started almost immediately and they didn’t stop when I would be near enough to overhear them.“Did you hear what happened?”“I heard he’s gone. Just… gone.”“Yeah, Mr. Blaine had been fired. Can you believe it? He’s such a nice guy. They say the new girl had something to do with it.”“Rosenthal must’ve pulled strings. You think they’re—”“Please. She’s the boss’s charity case.”The words hit hard. It was the kind of cruelty that doesn’t sound cruel until you hear it out loud.I kept walking,

Scarlett’s POV.The knocking started early. It was sharp, fast, and urgent.At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then it came again, harder this time, loud enough to rattle the doorframe. My pulse jumped, and I sat up instantly, half tangled in the sheets.“Miss Scarlett! Miss Scarlett! Hello?!”I blinked at the door, disoriented. “What—what is it?”The voice outside belonged to one of the maids. It was shaking, breathless. “Please come quickly! Something’s wrong!”I was already out of bed before she finished speaking. “What happened?”“One of the maids collapsed in the dining room, Miss. I couldn’t find anyone else. Please hurry!”The panic in her tone cut through every remaining trace of sleep. I didn’t think twice. I pushed my hair out of my face, still barefoot and in my nightdress, and yanked the door open. “Take me there.”We rushed down the hall together. The marble was freezing under my feet, and the air was thick with the scent of brewing coffee from somewhere nearby. It didn’

Scarlett’s POV.By the time dinner came around, I could hardly sit still. The papers Leon had handed me earlier were still sitting on my desk, staring back at me every time I walked past. I had gone through them at least five times already, reading every line of text like it might vanish if I blinked too long.My name printed beside my mother’s felt unreal. I’d never seen those two names together in that way. It wasn’t just ownership. It was something sacred. A part of her that I somehow got to keep alive.The house smelled like roasted herbs and bread when I came downstairs. The staff were their usual chatty selves, still seemingly hyped-up about the cake they had at the baby shower earlier. I smiled to myself, glad I had been unintentionally able to brighten their day.Though, Olivia was the one who had brought the cake—I was the one who insisted the staff have some of it, as the cake was huge and there was no way we could all eat it in one sitting.Leon was already at the table whe

Scarlett’s POV.Leon informed me that we were ready to leave, and before I could ask where exactly we were going, Ezra was already pulling the car to the front steps. Leon was focused and efficient, not wasting a second. It was as if he was afraid those wasted seconds would give whoever was in the house last night another opportunity to strike.I barely had time to grab my coat before he ushered me outside, one hand steady on my back as if he was afraid I’d vanish the second he let go.It was odd in that moment, how his worry made me feel extra safe and assured that nothing bad would happen to me.The ride to the airport was quiet, the kind of silence that carried too much weight to fill with small talk. Leon kept checking his phone, typing quickly, his thumb moving fast across the screen. Each time he read a reply, his jaw tightened. I thought about asking what was wrong, but decided against it. He was trying to protect me. I could feel that much.When we reached the private airstrip

Scarlett’s POV.Leon hadn’t said much that morning. His focus stayed fixed on his phone while he ate breakfast, his eyes moving too quickly across the screen, jaw tight in that familiar way that meant his mind was somewhere else entirely.He asked if I’d slept well. I told him I had, which was the truth.When he looked at me, he smiled like everything was fine. It wasn’t a lie, not for at the moment—exactly. But he just gave me one of those careful looks he used when he didn’t want to be questioned.The kind that told me he was carrying more than he was saying out loud.I watched him check his watch for the third time in ten minutes before setting my fork down. “You’re quiet today,” I said.“Just a few things to sort through,” he replied. His tone was even, practiced. “It’s nothing important.”He didn’t meet my eyes when he said it.I could’ve pushed. I didn’t. There was something about the way his hand lingered over the phone, like he was expecting it to ring again, that told me what