Your Uncle, My True Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Morning in London moved with a rhythm that felt familiar again—orderly traffic, glass buildings reflecting the pale sky, and the steady pulse of work demanding full concentration. James arrived at his office earlier than usual. There were things he wanted to put in order before the funding meeting scheduled for later that day. Emma’s name crossed his mind, as did Ethan, who that morning had refused to let go of his mother’s embrace for longer than necessary. The thought made James’s steps feel heavier—yet steadier.His secretary had just handed him a stack of documents when there was a knock on the waiting-room door.“There’s a visitor without an appointment,” she said hesitantly. “Her name is Adele.”James lifted his head slowly. His expression didn’t change, but something hardened in his gaze.“Let her in.”Adele entered James’s office with an ease that bordered on casual confidence. Her coat was immaculate, her hair perfectly pinned. She glanced around the room as if assessing it—n

Morning arrived without compromise.London was still wet from the previous night’s rain, the cold air biting gently, as if the city itself were holding its breath.In the dining room, Emma sat with a cup of coffee she hadn’t touched. Her eyes were fixed on the window, empty in appearance, while her thoughts raced faster than the morning traffic.James stood in the kitchen, putting on his jacket with measured movements. Not hurried, yet without hesitation. Something had shifted the night before—not only around him, but within him.Ethan came down the stairs slowly, still half-asleep.“Mama?”Emma startled, rising at once. “I’m here, sweetheart.”The boy walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. There were no tears this time, but the embrace lingered longer than usual—as if his small body needed reassurance that the world was still where it belonged.“Are we going to school today?” Ethan asked.James stepped closer and crouched to his level. “Yes. Papa will take you.”Ethan nod

The house felt different after the storm had truly passed.Not because it was quieter. On the contrary—there was a softness in the air, like morning light slipping in without force.Ethan laughed more that night. The little boy dragged James into the living room, insisting his father sit on the floor to help build wooden blocks into what he proudly called “Mama’s guard castle.”“We’ll make it really tall!” Ethan declared with excitement.James chuckled. “If it’s too tall, it might fall.”“If it falls, we’ll build it again,” Ethan replied firmly.Emma, watching from the sofa, smiled. The simple sentence felt like a small symbol of their lives.If it falls, we’ll build it again.James caught her gaze. There was something in her eyes—relief, gratitude, love no longer under siege.“The castle needs a secret door,” Emma said, walking over.Ethan immediately dropped to his knees. “To escape from the evil witch!”James and Emma exchanged a look, then laughed together.“The witch is gone,” Ja

Emma frowned slightly when James’s sentence trailed off into the air.“Harry and Ethan… what?” she asked softly, though there was caution in her tone.James stared at the ceiling of the hospital room for a few seconds before turning back to his wife. The heart monitor beside him beeped steadily, yet the shadow of fear was still evident in his eyes.“I was thinking… maybe it’s time,” he said quietly. “To tell Ethan about Harry.”The air in the room shifted.Emma did not answer immediately.“You’re talking about… the truth?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.James gave a faint nod. “About who his biological father is.”The word hung heavily between them.Emma pulled her chair closer to the bed. “Why now?”James swallowed. “Because tonight I almost died, Emma.”The sentence was not dramatic. Not exaggerated. Precisely because it was spoken so calmly, it struck harder.“I was lying there… and the only thing I thought about wasn’t business, wasn’t anything else.” He paused. “I thought

Harry did not go straight to his office. Instead, he drove to James’s house.His black car came to a stop a short distance away.He didn’t get out immediately.For several seconds, he remained behind the wheel, staring at the white gate he knew far too well. The house looked calm. No camera flashes. No crowd. Just two security officers standing at their usual posts, alert but relaxed.At last, Harry stepped out.His movements were slow—not like a guest arriving, but like someone unwilling to disturb a fragile balance.He didn’t press the doorbell.He didn’t approach the door.He simply stood across the street, looking toward the living room window where the curtains were half drawn. He hoped to see a small shadow running past. Laughter. Movement.Anything that would tell him Ethan was all right.But the front yard was empty.The small swing in the corner of the garden hung still. The football that usually lay abandoned on the grass was nowhere in sight. The front door remained firmly