All Chapters of Your Uncle, My True Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The plane’s wheels touched down with a firm yet gentle sound—a certainty after a long suspension in the air. A few rows broke into light applause. Ethan let out a small cheer, then quickly covered his mouth, as if realizing this wasn’t the place to shout.“We’ve arrived,” he said, his eyes shining.James nodded, holding back a smile. Emma opened her eyes slowly, feeling the final vibration fade away. Warmth spread through her chest—not a burst of happiness, but the quiet sense of coming home.The plane taxied slowly toward the gate. The cabin lights brightened fully. Passengers stood, retrieved their bags, movement returning to something real and grounded. James helped Emma up, then reached for Ethan’s jacket. The boy was already peering out the window, searching for the tower he’d been promised.“I can’t see it yet,” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.“Later,” Emma replied. “This city likes to keep its surprises.”The aircraft corridor welcomed them again—this time with

The woman stood across the street, half concealed by the shadow of a shoplight. Her coat was dark, her steps unhurried, her smile thin—a smile that asked no permission. She had been watching them for several minutes now, since she saw Emma step out of the small bookshop with shining eyes, since James stood outside waiting, patient, untroubled. The sight pierced neatly, without noise.Paris had a way of bringing together people who were not looking for one another.She remembered the airport—the gleaming floors, the orderly lines, James’s fleeting, guarded glance. She remembered the slight nod she gave, just enough to be remembered without introducing herself. Now, on a narrower, warmer street, she chose her point of entry.James stood with his back to the flow of pedestrians. One hand in his coat pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee that had nearly gone cold. He was waiting for Emma, who was still inside choosing a book—letting time pass without counting it. Through the glass, Em

That morning arrived without any warning signs. Soft light filtered through the hotel restaurant windows, glinting off white porcelain plates and polished silverware. The aroma of hot coffee and toasted bread blended together, creating a deceptive sense of safety—as if today would unfold just as calmly as yesterday.Emma sat across from James. Her hair fell loosely, her expression composed yet not entirely relaxed. Since the night before, there had been a thin layer of vigilance she hadn’t shaken off, like a light coat forgotten on her shoulders. Ethan sat beside James, legs swinging from the high chair, carefully spreading butter over his croissant with intense seriousness.“Papa,” Ethan said, “are we going to the park again today?”“We’ll see,” James replied with a smile. “If the weather’s nice.”Emma lifted her teacup. Warm steam brushed her face. She let out a small breath, trying to slow the rhythm in her chest. No dark coat. No shadows. Just a tidy morning.Footsteps approached.

The afternoon moved slowly, as if time itself had been deliberately slowed so the tension would not explode all at once. The hotel room curtains were half drawn, leaving a slanted line of light across the floor. Ethan slept on the bed, his sketchbook still open on his chest, colored pencils scattered beside the pillow.Emma sat in a chair near the window. Her arms wrapped around her knees, her gaze empty as she stared down at the city below. James stood a few steps behind her, hesitant—not because he didn’t know what to say, but because he knew every word could either steady her or strike like a hammer.“What did Harry say,” Emma spoke without turning, her voice soft but sharp. “You said you’d tell me.”James nodded. He stepped closer, then sat on the edge of the bed, keeping enough distance so it wouldn’t feel like pressure. “Harry knows Adele through business. He was involved in funding her company. According to him, Adele… doesn’t let go easily.”Emma gave a bitter smile. “Obsessio

Adele looked at both of them with an expression that was difficult to read—not fear, not cornered. It was more like the look of someone who had already obtained what she wanted.“You’re too quick to accuse,” she said calmly. “I didn’t touch your child.”“Then why did a witness see you?” James pressed, his voice low, anger tightly restrained.Adele lifted one shoulder in a light shrug. “Perception is often more dangerous than facts. Isn’t that something you yourself once said, James?”Emma felt her blood boil, but she held herself still. She refused to give Adele the satisfaction of seeing her falter.“This isn’t a mind game,” Emma said firmly. “This is about a child.”Adele took a step back.“And the child is safe,” she replied shortly. “I only… wanted to make sure you knew what it feels like to lose control.”“You’re cruel,” James hissed.Adele smiled.“No. I’m honest.”The next second, before James could say anything else, a sharp sound cut through the air between the trees.A child