Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 101: Chapter 101

"By the way," Gwen hesitated, looking at Irene with concern. "You should really think carefully about your relationship with Dorian."
Ruby was spoiled and domineering, Lily was a complete snob, and Mike was a sly old fox.
Not to mention, Dorian had an Uncle Jeremy who quietly pulled the strings behind the scenes.
The Barnes family was such a toxic mess—definitely not a good choice for marriage.
As the old saying went, "Never break up a marriage." After all, this was Irene's own marriage decision, and Gwen couldn't force her to leave Dorian.
Irene listened attentively to Gwen before responding, "I'll give this matter serious thought."
Marrying into the Barnes family? Absolutely out of the question.
"Oh, by the way," Gwen continued, "your father, Henry, will be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days. After that, he'll be moving out and living on his own."
Gwen hesitated, then said, "As for your brother..."
At the mention of Lucas, the Jackson family members exchanged uneasy glances—not a single one of them looked pleased.
At the birthday banquet, Irene beat Lucas so badly that his face swelled up. Afterwards, the brat went bawling at Henry, Shelby, and Gwen, whining and complaining about it.
The things Lucas said were downright vile.
The moment her darling son Lucas was brutally beaten by Irene, that was when Shelby came to utterly despise her.
Gwen ladled a bowl of chicken soup and placed it before Irene. She said warmly, "Irene, to be honest, I'm very pleased with you and have high hopes for your future."
Gwen looked at Irene and asked gently, "What are your thoughts on how we should handle Lucas's situation?"
At the mention of this topic, neither Oliver nor Austin got involved in the discussion.
Ultimately, it was up to Irene.
Without hesitation, Irene said in an almost icy tone, "Like mother, like son. Lucas has been corrupted by Shelby's upbringing."
Gwen sighed. "That boy has indeed gone astray," she said softly. Then she added, "But after all, he's still your brother. We'll respect whatever you decide."
At thirteen, Lucas was at that critical age when his moral compass took shape. If someone could guide him back to the right path, there might still be hope for him.
Irene set down her fork, picked up her soup bowl, and, taking a sip, casually asked Gwen, "So, what exactly did Lucas say when I hit him that day?"
At this, Gwen's expression hardened instantly. "Let's not even go there," she said.
She was too ashamed to even repeat those words.
"Was it that nasty?" Irene asked.
"Far worse than just 'nasty'!" Maisie cut in indignantly, standing up for Irene.
Maisie had been there that day too. Even now, just recalling what Lucas said, she thought he was a complete scumbag.
"That Lucas is a little bastard!" Maisie said indignantly. "You're his sister, and he provoked you first—he had it coming when you beat him up.
"Then what exactly did he say about you?"
Maisie's face turned livid as she spat through gritted teeth. "That little bastard said you're just some trash who learned nothing but whore's tricks—that you spread your legs for Dorian, then came running back to stomp on him the first chance you got.
"He even said, if you really married into the Barnes family, you would definitely turn against our family."
Maisie grew angrier with every word.
"What kind of brother talks about his own sister like that? That Lucas is beyond redemption!
"Rini, don't you dare care about that bastard!"
Noah slammed his fist on the table and roared, "That little bastard! What a filthy mouth!"
That night, Noah was busy seeing off the guests, while Austin returned to Viremont City right after the birthday banquet.
Austin sneered, "A filthy mind sees filth everywhere."
If Noah and Austin had been there that day, they would've rolled up their sleeves and taught Lucas a lesson he'd never forget.
Austin snapped, "Filthy trash like that should be thrown out of the family right now."
Austin had always despised that little bastard Lucas.
Being dumb as a pig was bad enough, but this lazy bastard even dared to constantly spread disgusting sexual rumors about Irene.
Though Oliver and Austin remained silent, their faces were twisted in identical looks of disgust.
Yet Irene remained the picture of calm amidst the storm.
After finishing her chicken soup, Irene wiped her mouth and asked Gwen, "Is there any chicken left at home? I'd like to take some back to my apartment."
Ruth really liked chicken. These chickens were especially fresh—probably shipped all the way from the farm near Dongting Lake, one of the country's most famous lakes.
"As for Lucas... he's nothing but dead weight! Might as well pack him up and toss him into Deria Lake to feed the fish!"
They said one could see the man in the boy—and at thirteen, Lucas's twisted values were already set in stone.
While every teenager deserved a chance to turn their life around, this second chance came with strict conditions.
Irene sighed. "This family disgrace ends here. I'll handle it properly."
Ever since the Jackson family published a public notice in the newspaper severing ties with Henry and Shelby, Lucas had never returned home.
He'd been living it up at a hotel these past few days—eating and sleeping there.