Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Mike said, "Let me tell you the truth. Jeremy not only knew his mother was behind all this, but he also even knew about that crazy old woman's plan beforehand. But he chose not to tell you."
"Do you really think your precious uncle is some kind of saint? Dorian, not a single soul in the Tucker family wants you alive!" After this outburst, he was completely drained.
He leaned back against the pillow, gasping for breath.
He shook his head as he struggled to breathe, looking utterly disappointed in Dorian.
"Get some rest. I'll head back now and come visit you tomorrow," Dorian said, doing his best to stay calm.
As soon as he stepped out of the hospital room, the composure on Dorian's strikingly handsome face shattered, revealing cracks of turmoil beneath the surface.
A dark, ominous aura clung to him.
Standing by the elevator window, Dorian lit a cigarette and took several deep drags to steady his nerves. After steeling himself, he finally took out his phone and called Jeremy.
"Uncle Jeremy, where are you?"
After confirming Jeremy's address, Dorian lit another cigarette before finally leaving the hospital, heading straight for the Tucker family ancestral mansion.
On his way to the Tucker family mansion, Dorian's phone rang with a call from Irene.
"Dorian, where are you? I can't find you at the hospital," Irene said as she returned to look for Dorian, only to discover he was gone, and his car was gone from the underground parking lot.
Realizing that Dorian had left her behind, Irene felt a surge of irritation.
Dorian was seething when Irene called. "I've got things to handle. Take a cab back by yourself."
Dorian hung up ruthlessly, muted his phone, and ignored all calls.
Irene scoffed repeatedly at Dorian's attitude.
"What a bastard! What kind of man takes his anger out on me?"
Irene was also in a foul mood.
After having a run-in with Lily at lunch and then getting into an argument with Dorian in the evening, Irene was in complete turmoil. "What a lousy day!" Frantically scrolling through her WhatsApp contacts, she finally landed on Melody.
Irene texted Melody: [Hey Melody, any discreet hangouts? Somewhere private, no interruptions, just chatting, nothing more.]
Melody: [Come to Stellar District headquarters. We're having a chill, sober, no-strings hangout.]
The Stellar District was the political hub of Eldraeth City, home to the historic city hall. It's also where the city's most prestigious old-money families reside.
The reclusive Tucker family's ancestral estate was located in the Stellar District.
Upon receiving the message, Irene hailed a cab and headed straight to the club headquarters in the Stellar District.
Jeremy hadn't returned to the Tucker family ancestral mansion in the Stellar District for quite some time.
But today marked their monthly dinner tradition—a commitment Jeremy always honored, as long as his health permitted.
A century ago, after the Barnes family seized control of the Tucker family's business, the Tucker ancestral home was vandalized beyond repair and eventually demolished as a condemned building.
Only after the Tucker family had regained their footing did they rebuild their manor on the site of their old residence in a style reminiscent of early 20th-century architecture.
The Tucker family manor was built with remarkable creativity, blending the elegance of a traditional-style courtyard with early 20th-century architecture. This time of year, the pond was perfectly adorned with blooming pink lotuses, right in season.
With Aiden by his side, Jeremy walked at a leisurely pace toward his mother's pavilion.
His mother, Zelda Tucker, was seventy-seven years old.
After her husband Thomas Tucker passed away, Zelda lived in quiet seclusion, spending her days strolling through the courtyard, reading the Bible and whispering quiet prayers.
Dinner was ready when Jeremy arrived at his mother's room.
The housekeeper who had served her for decades was a woman in her fifties named Jane.
Spotting Jeremy approaching from afar, Jane hurriedly entered the prayer room. "Madam, Jeremy has arrived."
Zelda slowly raised her head.
She wore her hair in a chic, ear-length bob, the ends gently flipped back to reveal a high, well-shaped forehead.
Though time had traced fine lines across her brow, they did nothing to diminish her graceful bearing.
Setting down her slender brush, she rose to her feet with Jane's help. She smoothed her wrinkle-free silk dress and said, "Let's get ready for dinner."