Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Looking at Jeremy's frail figure, Dorian felt a heaviness settle in his chest. A quiet dread crept over him—the fear that he might not have much time left with Jeremy.
Off to the side, Irene observed the genuine concern and respect in Dorian's expression and found it almost unbelievable.
'This guy—this arrogant, infuriating man—actually cares about someone?' she wondered.
But then again, hadn't he been just as devoted to Amaris?
When it came down to it, the only people he'd ever been cruel to were her—and the Jackson family.
Once the conversation between the two men wound down, Irene stepped closer and greeted him politely. "Good evening, Uncle Jeremy."
Jeremy gave her a cold glance and turned to Dorian. "Did you take her to visit your mother's grave?"
"We just came back from the cemetery," Dorian replied. Wrapping an arm around Irene's waist, he added with sincerity, "Uncle Jeremy, Irene is the woman I truly want to marry."
Jeremy didn't respond to that. His voice remained distant. "Let's eat." Then he turned and walked toward the dining room without another word.
It was as if he hadn't even seen Irene just a few days ago—his indifference was absolute.
Seeing Jeremy brush her off, Dorian leaned in and whispered, "Don't take it personally. He's always like this. It's just his way."
But Irene didn't mind at all.
Jeremy was like snow on a mountaintop—beautiful, remote, and impossible to melt with anything as ordinary as warmth.
As soon as they sat down at the table, Irene felt a cramp low in her belly. A sudden warmth bloomed deep inside her.
'…Seriously?'
She quickly did the math. Yep, it was around that time of the month.
The problem? She'd left home without bringing any pads.
She pressed her hand lightly against her lower abdomen, trying to manage the discomfort. Distracted, she picked at her food and didn't really follow the conversation happening across the table.
Meanwhile, Dorian had noticed that Jeremy was barely eating. His fork hardly moved, and it was starting to weigh on him too.
He set down his own fork and said, "Uncle Jeremy, those aromatherapy oils are doing more harm than good. Maybe it's time to try something else?"
Jeremy gave a slight shake of his head. "The head doctor at the Traditional Medicine Clinic is one of the top experts in the field. That blend is already the best they've got."
Dorian looked frustrated. "But you can't even eat now. You've gotten even thinner than last time. If this keeps up, your health's going to give out.
"Oh—did Aiden ever follow up on that doctor he mentioned? The one called Doctor Patt? Has anyone found him yet?"
"Still nothing," Jeremy replied. "He's hard to find."
The moment she heard that name, Irene snapped to attention, temporarily forgetting the whole period crisis.
Doctor Patt…
It seemed to refer to her and Ruth.
She knew it had to be just a coincidence—but still, she couldn't help asking, "Is this Doctor Patt really that good?"
Jeremy wasn't eating at all. The spread on the table didn't tempt him in the slightest. He just sipped at a cup of water, keeping them company in silence.
When someone couldn't eat or sleep properly, it was no wonder their mood turned sour.
He didn't even have the energy to speak anymore.
Seeing Jeremy this way, Dorian explained to Irene, "Doctor Patt is the honorary director of the Traditional Medicine Clinic. But he's practically a ghost—no one's ever seen him.
"Twenty years ago, there was a deadly pneumonia outbreak. A lot of people died. It was a letter from Doctor Patt that saved countless lives.
"He offered the cure freely, no charge, not even for the formula."
That was all Irene needed to understand just how legendary this mysterious doctor was in the world of traditional medicine.