All Chapters of Your Uncle, My True Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emma didn’t answer right away. She nodded slowly, then closed her eyes, as if accepting James’s response at face value. Yet behind her lowered lids, her mind was working differently than usual—calmer, but more alert.James turned off the light and lay down beside her. He wrapped an arm around Emma from behind, one hand resting lightly on her belly. Their breathing gradually fell into sync, a rhythm that had long been their signal of safety. But that night, James didn’t fall asleep quickly. A long list spun through his mind—names, dates, signatures—and one fear kept returning: he might already be too late.The next morning, the storm knocked again.An email from the regulator arrived before the sun had fully risen. The data request was expanded. The audit window was pushed back two years. This was no longer a routine inquiry—it was an excavation. James replied with a single sentence he chose deliberately, cold and professional:{We are prepared to cooperate fully. We will confirm the m

James lifted Ethan higher, the boy’s small laughter breaking the tension that had settled in the house for weeks. Emma watched them from the doorway, one hand instinctively resting on her belly. For the first time in a long while, the scene felt whole—unshadowed by the buzz of a phone or James’s face split between home and office.“Ice cream,” Ethan repeated enthusiastically.“After dinner,” James replied with a wink. “Family agreement.”Emma smiled. “I heard that.”That evening was simple. No talk of audits, no strategies. They ate together, Ethan recounting his day at school in a jumble of half-finished stories, James listening with genuine attention, Emma chiming in now and then with laughter. Afterward, the three of them sat on the terrace, sharing small cups of ice cream—more laughter than sugar.When Ethan finally fell asleep, James and Emma returned to the living room. The silence this time was different. Not heavy. Not suspicious.“Tomorrow is the final meeting,” James said qu

The drive home unfolded in a warm, companionable silence. The city flowed past the windows, lights brushing over their faces in turn, like memories passing without being summoned. Ethan slept soundly in the back seat, one hand still clutching the plastic spoon James hadn’t had the heart to take away. Emma glanced at him through the small mirror, smiling without realizing it.“Do you want to stop for a moment?” James asked as they halted at a red light. “There’s a bookstore that stays open late.”Emma turned toward him. “Now?”James shrugged. “Just briefly. I want to walk.”Emma nodded. “All right.”They parked along a quieter stretch of road. James lifted Ethan carefully, letting the small head rest against his shoulder. Inside the bookstore, the scent of paper and old wood greeted them. Soft white lights made the shelves feel like corridors of time. Emma wandered toward the section of notebooks and journals, her fingers brushing spines until she paused at one with a simple cover.“Yo

The next morning, in the front yard of James’s house, a man stood with a hesitation he rarely allowed himself to feel. His suit was still neat—too neat for a quiet morning. Harry had gone to James’s office earlier that day, intending to talk, only to find the room empty. The secretary had simply said James had taken the day off, no appointments.A simple sentence. Yet to Harry, it felt like a door being gently closed in front of him.He was about to turn away when the door opened.“Mr. Harry?” The housekeeper stepped out, guiding Ethan by the hand.“Uncle Harry!”Ethan’s voice broke the silence—bright and certain, as if the world had always been kind to him.Harry turned. The boy stood in the doorway, clutching a small red toy car. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes shining. Something pulsed in Harry’s chest—sharp, sudden—a feeling that had never fully healed.“Hi,” Harry said, his voice softer than he intended. “You’ve… grown.”Ethan smiled proudly. “I can run fast.”“Sir, are you

That morning arrived with a light too bright for a house that had only just learned how to be still. James was brewing coffee when the doorbell rang—twice, hesitant at first, then firm. Emma was upstairs, smoothing the bed. Ethan reached the door first, as he always did.“Uncle Harry!” he shouted, nearly colliding with the door as it swung open.Harry stood there with a thin folder in his hand. Not the neat suit from the day before—just a simple shirt, sleeves rolled up. There was a nervousness he tried to hide behind a smile. “I brought something,” he said, tapping the folder.Ethan didn’t wait for an invitation. “We’re playing, right? You promised!” He grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him inside.James appeared from the kitchen, a mug of coffee in hand. He watched for a moment—Harry allowing himself to be dragged along, Ethan glowing because a promise had been kept. James gave a small nod. “Ten minutes,” he said to Harry. “You have an appointment first.”Harry turned, surprised, then